A splintered hand
Reaching out to the world
Though each touch draws blood
It reaches uncurled
And grasps to hang on
To itself and all else
The splinters dig deep
But they dig the heart up
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A splintered hand
Reaching out to the world
Though each touch draws blood
It reaches uncurled
And grasps to hang on
To itself and all else
The splinters dig deep
But they dig the heart up