a hand

never doubt the reach of a beautiful hand
nor the depths it grasps with its light
turning steel to wool and stone to sand
as walls collapse made of pain and spite.
there is an 'out there'
there's so much more
she really would care
to sew what's torn
but that's a step above where you're yet to go;
to become two, you must first be one
embrace yourself and don't let go
find your exit, then just run.
never fear the reach of a beautiful hand
or all the dark exposed by its light.