Fingers

Tiny fingers intertwined within themselves
Reaching out into the dark
Searching for a solid,
Searching for something to stand for.
Tiny fingertips sliding over their own face.
Hoping to find the place,
Where dreams come true,
Where nothing can hurt.
Tiny fingers that soar out for something to catch them.
Where they can fall,
Where they can land on their own,
Tiny fingers facing reality.
Becoming untouchable they reach out into the dark,
The sweet smell of dawn rises in the air.
Tiny fingers intertwined with themselves,
They search for a place
Somewhere to cry out
They yearn, for a touch of a love.
A love they cannot find for themselves
Reaching into the darkness of light
Tiny fingers intertwined within themselves
Where the untouchable is found.

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