My Hand Holds

My hand holds secrets
Unfolding in perfect time.

My hand holds comfort,
Soft and sweet is my touch.

My hand feeds my longing
To caress, to share, to express.

My hand sings the subtlety of
My words as they tumble on lyrical pages

My hand holds my heart
It nurtures, sustains, and responds to the call.

Adela Rubio

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Adela Rubio

Adela Rubio writes and speaks on awakening your creative essence with the power of collaboration and community. She's hosted 20+ Women's Writing Circles, 30-Day Adventures, and Telesummits.

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