Book II: Embrace My Innocence
Chapter II: Stolen Trust Shattered Dreams
The Hand
A hand of wax
A hand of clay.
Making it takes
Some of the pain awayA hand of bronze
Or steel or gold
Keeps the memory young
As we grow old.The hands around me
That form this quilt,
Are hands of strength
Not hands of guilt.We stood up
For those who can’t
A brother, a sister,
An uncle, an aunt.So touch my hand
And feel my pain
And promise to never
Let it happen again.
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My hand is strong so you can't see
the fear of the child inside of me,
So touch my hand
and feel my pain,
And promise to never let it happen again.
A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
