Woven Hands

Twined together through the darkest phases.

It's resting on my shoulder,

touching my fingertips.

Caressing my neck,

and breathing my oxygen. 

Left me in my world,

of the infamous darkness.

Taken the suns light,

and it's warm essence.

It's a revealing image,

Eyes mocking existence.

and slamming your words,

right back down your throats.

It's pitch black in here,

it's like breathing in nothing,

and when your eyes can't see,

there's no meaning in colors.

But, I feel the warmth.

A sensation running through my hands,

lighting up a corner of my life.

Soaking up all the stress. 

It's your hand I'm holding.

Your hand that's my relief;

it's your warmth giving me,

all I ever needed..

Reviews

[A.E. Surdam]

Beautiful. I like. The descriptions are just lovely. I can feel as though you are in a setting in a mood, and in motion. Just lovely. :)

[Little Abbey]

Very nicely illustrated! I had a vivid image in my mind the whole time!!! Well done!

[Lily Mae]

I think you did a great job expressing these emotions well.. Sometimes we feel in the darkest of days our only hope lies in the hands or heart of another... Great write.. :) x

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Fantastically inherent, I love your use of imagery as a plot stop rather than the wording, well done, great read.

[Daydreamer54]

Wow, iut's beautiful and wonderful language u used here. great write! ^^

[Fabric Pulse]

Your headline says it, it's about togetherness, hope, forgiveness of one another, freedom from depression while being in the depression fully facing it.

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

Wow(: I really liked it! Great poem(: nice work Twinkle :D
~gabbz