The hand that feeds is grabbed by mine which takes.
Hands intertwine in prayer.
The hand that takes begs to be fed just for a little while longer.
Inspiration
Relationships are a give and take. That's something everyone knows, to my knowledge at least. Yet what happens when one takes too much? I know that happens when one takes too much. I know what happens when one gives too much as well. This poem was born from that. More often than not, I feel like the hand that takes. It takes the food offered and gobbles it up, holding itself out again for more. Short inspiration section this time around, but that's all there really is to it.
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