Don't recoil your hands

by tinny tulle

Looking down into the dark pit
With your hands wrapped so tightly
Around that barbed wire
How do you feel?

What do you see?
Your future of loss and discontent
Or dreams always malnourished

Your mother stands behind you
One hand on her hip
The other shading the sun from her eyes
Only wondering why
Why you must suffer
Why you must endure this pain

Slowly you raise your head up
Staring at the glaring sun
And withdraw your hands from that wire

Loosening your grip on the one thing you held true

The blood on your hands won’t always remain
But the scars inside will remain forever