His hands

HIS HANDS

His hands were the hands that held my heart at such a tender age, some time ago.
But at times they were hands of fear, hurt and abuse that only I knew.

These were the hands that I had seen before me wielding the knife in one and my heart in the other.
These are the hands of 10-13-01 that I had to raise my hand and testify about.

Why did these hands choose to stab me while I slept?, was I not worthy of more than that?
Now for eternity, these will be the hands that haunt and torment me.

Those will be the hands that will stand before GOD and be judged,
NOT mine!.
For now I am stronger, wiser and forgiving of his hands.

Due to these hands I will be forever branded by his wielded knife for life.
I now however  will never meet those hands again for they are imprisoned by the warden.

My inner being is that of a chameleon. Forever changing and eternally grateful to consider myself a
SURVIVOR of HIS HANDS!!

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