You Have My Hands

In the quiet You are here

In the clatter & destruction

You are here

When I reach out my hand

You meet me as far as I need

I know that You know

that I know

that I know

You know

I can’t walk alone

So You are with me every step

You know every tear

every drop of blood spilled

every wound

that I can’t allow to heal

You are the perfect salve

I will never go septic

When I stop

strangling myself

You will be the air I breathe

Because You are my heart

that beats

the synapses that fire

and You will not let go of my hands

Written by Summer D Clemenson 12/29/2015