A Little Unfolding of the Hands

"Take my hand" is a kind gesture,
but repeated enough the muscles atrophy,
disabled by the dulled motion,
like a mother shielding her children
from the slightest of ills,
only to watch them sink fast once she lets go.

This behavior only reinforces itself,
perpetuated by habit, punctuated by fear of exposure,
punctured by natural courses, perpetually denied in my eyes,
blind help I offer freely, knee-jerk hand-outstretched,
I want, no I need, to fill your eyes with hope and your mouth with joy.