These Hands

These two hands are all I've got.
I can sculpt and build,
Draw, cradle, create and hold.
I can tie knots and bows,
Snap, button and sew.

But some days,
I can't do any of these things.
Some days, it's difficult to move both hands...
And all I have is one.

There are days the frustration builds,
And my hopes are dim...
That I am afraid.
Afraid to lose all I know.

Separate...
My heart and soul
From my hands.
Impossible.