The Heart is Quiet

Inspired by a photo on the facebook page, Humans of NY, I wrote this poem. It’s about sisters, but it’s partly about me. I hope my daughters will feel this way one day.

So much power in those clasped hands of ours
in them we carry the weight of the world, the
weight of the years we carry
on our back and shoulders
so much power in those clasped hands of ours
and while the heart stays quiet
and while the heart stays quiet, my hand and yours
they seem to speak to each other
each telling the other that it’s all going to be okay
sometimes the heart stays quiet
sometimes only the wind speaks
and the trees rustle
and the birds sing
but the heart
stays quiet
and while I move the earth with my fist raised
with the other hand I’ll hold you
I’ll clasp my hand with yours
Let us move our power together
so much power in those clasped hands
in them the love of my life I carry
in them we carry our life
the tears we wiped
the babies I birthed
and nursed
and held
the baby I lost
And the roses at his funeral that seemed to symbolize the “I love you” that I failed to say
So much power in those clasped hands
they
hold me up when I’m down, they
help you up when you’re down
they make me see
they help me walk
forward
not backward
adelante
nos vamos
juntos
tu y yo
just give me your hand, sister
there’s so much power
in those clasped hands.

Diana Gonzalez

Diana Gonzalez is a self taught artist, writer and poet, formerly known as The Craftaholic. You can visit her etsy store here

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac


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