Hands

Silence,
sweet chatter,
soft spoken vacation as I lay on my back,
receiving energy through my palms.
Don't close your hand.
Be open
to what the universe has to offer.
Take it in,
nourish it,
swallow it whole.
What is a feeling?
A touch? A sense?
Something unseen,
yet easily distinguishable.
Define that.
Is it the reactionto some circumstance
or relationship,
or situation,
or is it some connection
that a higher power has enabled?
Given us the pleasure of 'feeling'?
Just react.
Show the emotion?
I don't think so.
I remain strong & independent,
even with a gun of guilt
held to my head.
Help isn't accepted.
Always on my own.
Yet, knowing it's my choice
is a loud alarm.
I guess help is essential
in times like these.
I beg to learn to beg,
to ask for what I need,
to learn to love receiving
just as much as I love giving.
Grow me strong,
make my soul alligate.
But please,
hold my hand along the way.