• Elliott Beverley

Hands Outstretched

An offering -

My sword

tossed aside,

laying abandoned on the wet ground;

surely a sign of honest intent?

My shield

lowered and dropped

revealing the wounds that lay behind;

An honest gesture, or chance to exploit?

Cards are on the table;

nothing up my sleeves.

Hands outstretched, I stand here now before thee:

an open book;

an unlocked door;

Read me, open me, or tear me to pieces.

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