My Hands Are Your Hands

My hands are your  hands  In the daintiness that they lay  In the chubbiness that our fingers sit  In the thickness that our nails grow Your hands are my hands  In the way that you snap your fingers as you dance And flip your long hair  And twirl your rings My hands are your hands …

When The Anxiety Hits Me

“We can comprehend your hurt, but we can also be your rock, because we have already faced a million thunderstorms within us and we know how to stand strong. “