A Piece of Poetry: Hands

Hands
Hands

Hands: By Alisha M. Wielfaert

My hands shake. Nerves.  Excitement. On the brink of new beginnings. Moving forward out of the darkness. Moving into hope and light. Nestling into a place of pleasure. Looking for contentment and self-fulfillment. Rising out of sadness. Putting one foot in front of the other. There is confidence in my step. Self-confidence. Confidence in my choices.  This was the right choice. I'm on the right path. I will trust myself. I will trust my instincts. Steady goes my hand.