White Knuckles
Hands scarred by poverty
You stand in defense
Your poised jab protects
pointless, hollow treasures
Clinched fists silence
passions that could change the world
And still
with white knuckles,
you hold on
Letting go requires more
strength than hanging on
But, loosen your grip on emptiness
Sprinkle your gifts like magic dust
Change the world, I say
Cling to authentic riches
Yet
with a damaged squeeze,
you hold on