Hand On Heart

Calloused
Yet still feeling
Stiffened
Though still bending

Bruised
But not yet broken
Coarse
Though not abrasive

Tough
You can still cut me
Strong enough
Only to shape my destiny

Lonely
Though never seen alone
Opened wide
Know that it's never empty

If I held it out
Would you take it?
Not my hands
But my heart, gently