Hands

Hands

(Note- the song is by Jewel. Please don't sue me!)

I pushed my blond hair away from my face as I stared out the window. Rain was falling through the dark sky. Dark, like my mood. The rain reminded me of tears. Like the people in the cages along the Yeerk pool. Tears streamed down their faces as they begged to be released. Or killed. I closed my eyes to block out the memory. I wished that memory would disappear, so I'd never have to deal with it again. But the thought was so clear, like it had only happened yesterday. I opened my eyes, and again wondered, why me? I shook my head and turned on my radio.

"If I could the world just one thing it would be, we're all okay. And not to worry, cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these."

I listened to the song thoughtfully. 'Yes,' I thought. 'Worry is useless. But how can you stop it if you're the one to save the world?'

"My hands, they're small I know, but they're not yours, they are my own, but they're not yours they are my own and, I am never broken,"

I stared down at my own hands and realized that the song was right. No one can ever break you. I smiled at the thought and lay back on my bed. A picture popped into my head. A picture of the future. A future where we have won and our worries are forgotten.