Hands

I am not within your Grasp,

At least, this is what I tell myself

Though your poisonous tendrils can be felt

On my arm as I daydream

I am not within your Grasp,

Yet you wake me still

Screaming, teeth gnashing,

Nails reached out to claw

Me from Me, and take the better half away

I am not within your Grasp

I know your tricks, your gleaming malice

Yearning to take what is left

So I hide it, all of it; I hide you, too

I am not within your Grasp,

You who walk unfelt for months

Stewing, rotting in the depths

Left to die, refusing defeat

I am not within your Grasp

You who cannot leave this earth

Unless I go with you

To the gates of whatever color

And what sinews bind us can fall away

This end, this freedom,

Is it so bad to satisfy us both?

It is best for all, these tears will dry fast

Let the rose hue rise

But these thorns, they BURN

A surge courses through my back

And out of a red haze I see,

Nothing, nothing, black

-

I am not within your Grasp

Not here, at least

Here my body is preserved

While my soul stands in shambles,

A waif, tired, but swayed from the brink

-

It takes me years to outrun you

Even by a blanket’s width

To a place of delicate safety

I will make this my fortress

My curtain against your madness:

Fluttering, but there

I will grow this veil strong and thick,

It will be heavy with power

And collapse into a foundation

-

I am within your Grasp

Yet a foot’s width lies between us now

I am new, I am proud

I see you, lurking in my shadows

But soon, soon

I will not be within your Grasp

I will not be within your Grasp