Beyond the Words

Hold Your Own Hand

I know you look upon the mirror everyday,

But sometimes as you stare into your own reflection

You have just got to extend your arm

through the glass

and hold your own hand. 

Don’t worry,

I’ll be there, by your side

with your other hand in mine

so that if you aren’t able to hold on

any longer

and you let go,

You’ll still be standing up

Because I won’t let go.

And don’t you stop

reaching your arm through the mirror

until you learn how to hold your own hand

Because, believe me,

Later in life

you are going to be thankful

you know.