Another Hand

05 December 2025

https://poems.culturing.net/2025/12/another-hand/

I am once again myself.
I am what I always was,
plus something more. I'm sure
that I'm unsure, though time makes clear
the dawning purpose of the year:
I've learned to love. It is a triumph,
and the story was worth telling,
but the resolution waits for another hand.