Our Hands

And I realized,

Sometimes our hands

Are all we have.

I mean,

If you think about

The whole thing

Logically,

He wasn’t curing cancer

Or ending poverty

Or making a life altering

Change to the world,

But he was creating

Something

So incredible

With his hands,

He wasn’t saving the world

But he was displaying

The beauty within it,

Without even knowing.

I find that astonishing,

That so many people

In this universe,

Walk our planet

And create something

So incredible

And nobody ever really

Gives them

The recognition that

They deserve

Sometimes,

She tells me that

There is no reason

To continue living

And little point

To the things

That society has created

To be desirable

For our lives,

Which I completely

Agree with.

But sometimes,

I meet people

Like this man,

And their hands

Are all they have.

And I just fall in love

With this planet

All over again.

I really just don’t think

I’m pretty enough

In any sense really

To do this world

The justice it deserves.

But I’m selfish.

I stay because

I’m so in love.

I know I should leave,

But I am so in love.