The Little Hands

Her mind was evacuated from words that she loved so much
like a bubble sheet letting go of all the air under the pressure.
It all started with a teacher’s look; 
a look that shouted “you’re worthless”!
A long journey of disappointment and broken promises of those who said would never leave;
that was when her pencil lost the desire to write down her thoughts.
The road was never easy and never will be
but every once in awhile comes the spark that takes her back home.
It was a little hand…
when the tiny fingers first hold her hand, she was scared!
She was afraid of the day the little hand will no longer be there
but the little hand never promised of any future
instead it taught her how to be happy here and now.
It brought out crayons and white papers and let her draw
and after she finished, the little hand hanged her painting on the wall and told her how beautiful it is.
And that was the beginning
Together they draw sunshine and put back air to the bubbles
and her pencil finally went back to writing answers to the single question that always preoccupied her mind:
How to make a better tomorrow.. for the little hands!