Help Me to Take Your Scarred Hand

There are two hands

set before my face

Each calling for me

to grab hold.

They'll help me out of

the hole I'm in

If I just grasp thei hand

One is so beautiful,

laced with jewelry

and glowing bright

Calling me to let him help

It will be alright he soothes

I choose to try

and grab that hand

But as soon as I grab

it turns black and falls apart

Slipping right out of my grasp

I'm dropped farther down

into my hole,

and only hear cackling laughter

I looked for my beloved

shiny hand and found it nowhere

It had left me.

Still the other hand remained for me.

Seemingly normal

until I saw yet another glow

this one, brighter,

fuller, more alive

Calling me stronger

His words were sweet

and caring, and full of life

Loving, kind, and helpful

I grasped this hand

and was pulled from the deep

into the brightest light

and only then did I see

Your scars.