helping hands

hollow inside
nothing is left
I can't seem to grasp just whats happened
then I hear it...
the rhythm of a heart beat
eyes searching to find the source
gazing down at your hands
i see cradled within them
the heart whose rhythm is so familiar
reflex draws my hand to my chest
feeling no sensation
no gentle pulse coming thru
instinct tells me whose heart it is
recognition sets in
begin looking for familiar scars
as the reveal continues...
see the sutured pieces held together
with layers of stitched wounds
each with its story
each with its lesson
the pocks and holes showing what couldn't heal
the vacancy echoing the brutality
realize what purpose you've selected
begin acceptance of the helping hands
I will allow them to provide protection or relief
slowly lower my guard
seeing a willingness to do what so few have
realizing....finally...
I have one in my corner
feeling confidence
knowing I have those helping hands
assisting in the protection of my resource
buried within the battle torn heart
is the key to unlocking what was sacrificed
in order to cope
it was such a huge cost when I made the deal
but it was the only option
when facing my world falling apart.
ready to unlock the secret
I chose to stifle
but is it too late?
its not over at all.
not when I have helping hands
helping me realize its okay to expose the wounds
to allow the secret its freedom
and give creativity its right to flow again.