Hands

I have walked as a stranger 
Through this life
With a major dilemma:
Faceless and blank sheeted
Less than nothing, but
Steadily surviving,
Or singing it loud
And temporarily winning
Before being defeated. 
This break in the action,
It cannot last.

Hand on candy-floss hair.
Hand on hand,
Palm to knuckles.
Hand on face
Sweating.
Your hand in mine.
Hand on knee.
Hand that holds
The hand inside of me.

And now, holding on
By the fingertips,
One scrubbed finger
Against my lips
I realize that
I have walked through
This life as a stranger
With a dilemma. 

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