Between the hands and mind

These hands will be fine. As they feel the pain of life. But the mind is in a bind. And it cuts deep like a knife. As I feel the blood run. I know that I am deeply loved. I can't let my story be done. So I won't be shoved. As my bones begin to ache. There is no more room to crawl. No matter how high the stake. I will refuse to bawl. By: Jason Wilson