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.
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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.
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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?
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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?