Trembling Hands

poem about support



Her hand trembled in mine
watching the path through the trees.
“It is dark, it is scary,
you cannot go.”

Her feet begged her eyes
with a nervous step back
to look away.
But eyes are ruled by the soul.

I pulled her in close,
and with a whisper in her ear,
told her that I could
if my hand could tremble with hers

“But anything could happen.”
I looked at my love
moved forward slow,
smiled and told her,

“That is why we must go.”



photograph by Mars Williams


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Kramer Lindell

I graduated from college with a degree in physics in 2014. I am now a professional wanderer. I love creating new minds, new hearts, and new worlds to share with you.

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2 Responses

  1. Great work, man. Been a fan of yours since I read “This Is A Satire” for the first time.

    • Kramer Lindell says:

      Thank you, Tucker! That really means a lot. I hope you enjoy reading the stories as much as I do writing them!

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