My hands are full of water
The lifeline of every living thing
Covering 71 percent of the Earth
Easily able to sustain me
but the water is not always clean
And the water is not always there
If your hands cannot be filled
with clean, pure water,
then your life is close
to slipping away
My hands are full of air
Oxygen, to breathe
To keep my body moving
To keep the world green
But what will happen
when the trees have disappeared
and our main supplier of oxygen
is gone?
A breath of fresh air
will be nonexistent
And, therefore, no breaths left,
for after all,
No breath is a real breath
unless it is filled with the smells
of the world
My hands are full of blood
Running through each and every vein
Throughout my entire body
Filling me with energy
But for many,
the life is spilling out of them
An unstoppable flow,
started for no reason
People should not scream
at a mere paper cut
People should not have to be afraid
of leaving their own home,
for fear of being shot
But, all blood is blood
My hands are full of warmth
Filling every cell of my body
Embracing me until it consumes me
Making me whole
But the world is not full
of happy corners
My Hands Are Full
The world is not full
of heater vents
Being coatless
is not shameful
It is a matter out of your hands
For warmth is not generated
by everyone
My hands are full of emptiness
A hollow in the core
Small, or large, within all
Pulsating in the back of your mind
But no one is truly solid
the person claiming to be fullest,
with no reasonable argument,
is the most empty
The love must be spread
to patch up the holes
My hands are full of nothing
except myself
And I know
that I can
pour water into the mouths of the thirsty,
prevent the air from being removed,
protect the innocent from spilling blood,
and bring warmth into the bodies of the cold
But I am the only one
that can
fill my emptiness with love
so I can
fill the hands of others
- Laila N.
Poe try
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