Questions Poem


The first question comes.

Will you be my hands?

I have certain interests and hobbies.

My body does not comply.

If I ever want to do it, I need help.

Complete ability for the skill set.

***

You say “Of course I will help. I have that interest too!” and the second question arrives.

Am I really needed then?

You have more than me.

Not just interest and a functional mind but a working body as well.

You can do it all with or without my presence.

Just a voice without action.

***

But my voice exists.

You say that you enjoy my presence.

I bring good ideas to the table.

Impact in existence.

I am just left with a final question.

Why did I ever question my presence in the first place?

***

Maybe I have been taught that I have less impact than I actually do.

Or maybe I devalue myself to the point I see myself as hollow.

An empty shell not even alive.

That is not true and has never been.

So I will return to you in the future with a familiar question.

Will you be my hands?


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