So I got to do a trade with the amazing  bethychan
this is my half, a poem written from the perspective of her character Chrys

pix of Chrys: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1437051/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1437075/

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My Hand

I look at my hand – it is so like their hands,
So why am I alone?
My armor lies in a heap at my feet,
The metal bending the suns last lonely rays
To dance on my legs
As if calling me to wear it once again.
Staring through my knees pulled tight against my chest,
I ask myself what good pretending has done for me
In the past.
Is it my pretending that drives my father away?
Is it my father that distracts me from my dream?

So long since I felt his touch,
Heard his voice call to me
With that pride every parent should have.
What I wouldn’t do for just one smile…
My hand is so like his hands

So long since I felt
Like I was worth more than
The dirt that lines the streets,
The dust that fills the air.
As a raindrop hits my arm
I feel a tear form in my eye.

Let it rain for all I care.
This world can’t take anything else from me.
I thought if I just did a little more,
Just tried a little harder,
They would see that I am not a monster.
My hand is so like their hands.

I hold my axe in the air,
Watching as tiny droplets dance on the sharpened blade.
No more does my armor glint – the sun is gone
And darkness gathers close around me,
Holding me in its embrace.
I imagine instead my father’s arms
Around me,
Now when I need them most.
I hear his footsteps coming toward me
And look to see it was my imagination
Mocking me in my misery.
Always mocking.

Slowly placing my dripping hat
Back on my head,
I gather the armor and walk
Through mud and growing puddles.
Keeping my eyes on the ground
I remember those things
I once called victories –
Battles won and monsters slain –
But what kind of victories
Lead to this kind of loneliness?
None.

If only they could see
That my hand is so like their hands…