Helping Hand...     
a scared child crying soundless tears in the dark she sits looking out a window yet seeing nothing her eyes, deep blue pools of emotion hiding nothing from any if they would look deep enough shimmering with tears but she will not let them fall a silent oath painfully kept they will not see her cry she denies them that joy those that feed on her on her tears a plastic smile so fragile, so fake curving her lips the mask she hides behind one looks upon her... sees her past the mask, the hurt, the pain looking deeper, searching sensing what lies beneath he reaches out his hand she shies away, wary he holds out his hand again a challenge in his eyes she sees it... she accepts it taking his hand slowly.. gently.. he pulls her up through the pain past the hurt beyond her fears shedding her mask, he sees her for who she is liking what he sees... liking her...just as she is... © Becky Bixler 4-15-99
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Emotions and Helping Hand were both written for a man that played an amazing role in my life for the 1st half of this year... he helped me to realize that I was someone special... that maybe my self-image wasn't very healthy.. or acurate... his gentle touch and passionate love helped me to begin the painful process of letting go of the hurts of my past... to look deeper into myself and see the good in me... I owe him more than he will ever truly know.. *****************************************************************************


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