One Hand

One Hand

Shackles are broken.
Walls have fallen.
Doors have opened;
It took one hand.

One black hand
reached out to other hands
of every age and colour;
held them in his own.

One frigid winter day,
hope hanging in the air;
One black hand
pledged an oath,
laid one brick;
laid the new path.

But one hand
cannot break apart
ten thousand shackles,
rebuild two towers,
hold the weight
of the world.

Not one hand.
Not one man.

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About Heather Grace Stewart

Bestselling Amazon author, speaker, and poet, Heather Grace Stewart was born in Ottawa, ON, and currently lives near Montreal, QC with her husband, daughter, and three feline friends. Trained as a newspaper and magazine journalist, Heather started her career as a poet and novelist after publishing this blog in 2008. At the time it was titled WHERE THE BUTTERFLIES GO, and it became her first poetry collection.
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3 Responses to One Hand

  1. alienhippy says:

    Enjoyed these words. Being an ignorant Brit, I didn’t get it the first time. Then I realised it was about Obama and the political changes. Loved the last two lines,
    Not one hand.
    Not one man.

    Well done you…..x

  2. franny124 says:

    Nice poem about the changes Obama brings.Good write!

  3. bluedrew says:

    Nice job. I really like the message.

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