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An empty hand
feels strange
to the one that
has made a routine of
gripping soiled
security blankets
and secrets
wrapped up tightly
in boxes that sparkle
on the outside.
It is only when
those things are
recognized for the
fool's gold
that they are,
and released,
that the hand
is free to reach
forward toward
the Dream
of a lifetime.

© 2005 Amy E. Hall