“The Shining Hand” poem 🖐️✨
A shining hand, golden,
covered with sand to a shine.
How to bounce back from the bottom, to break free,
and gather a certain courage in life...? How to tackle the problem
that so often weighs heavy in the mind,
all alone, facing the hardships single-handedly,
and offering them to an untamed heart?Thoughts wander, silence wanders.
The river speaks, upon it walk my feet,
looking for a second bottom in everything,
for a hidden meaning.
I see it in the middle of the day,
to this day I carry a handful of shadow.
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In the noiseless thicket I discover: people help people.
"What are you saying? What are you saying? Not everyone is like you,"
the common folks say.
Yet your words have no backing,
no clear proof, no pure reflection. For every being comes into your life for a reason,
waving their shining hand...
Some for adventures, others for comforts,
and still others selflessly.
Such is life, so interestingly diverse. One thing I’ll tell you, one thing I’ll unfold...
Regardless of how, we help each other in manifold ways,
we just don’t always know how to wisely appreciate it.
A humanitarian act does not always mean literalness,
sometimes we see it between the lines,
and even between the hard stanzas. Even those beings dressed in black robes,
the parasites of your energy,
as well as narcissistic and toxic souls,
have a certain mission in life—
if only to make us realize
that not every gaze is pure.
Sometimes it is empty and hateful. On the other hand, the white community,
that wouldn’t hurt a fly,
that only dreams of helping the poor—
comes with hope and a spark
that gives the strength to live,
to drink fresh water in heaven. For no one is holy,
everyone has vortexes, mistakes, and twists behind their back.
A mere mortal walking the earth,
going as far as they can...
Only You know about it, good God. Thus, one will strike you with a knife,
while another tends to your wounds.
Such is the mission of people.
There must be good and evil
for balance to exist in the world,
because you only live this life once.
One must destroy you so another can rebuild—
that is why you should thank for your fate.
Such is life’s category, to be able to say within it:
I won’t lose, VICTORIA!
Or simply, that I did not give up,
that I did not give in to doubts. The shining hand takes your aura and your depths,
it always feeds your soul.
Every newcomer meant to cross your path
has their purpose and their story. One thing I’ll tell you: people help people
in manifold ways and in various forms.
Be it lashes, thorns, or golden intentions?
Everyone in the world has their tool,
their shining hand, their mission, and their message. So take matters into your own hands,
the line of your life has its plan,
and your stay on earth has its purposes.
Carpe Diem! Glory to God,
I surrender my life into your hands! By your mercy and truth I shall always wish to abide.
A shining hand in the sun I stretch out to You,
I give myself to You.
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