Trevor P.

 My Body is a Robot

My body is a robot, controlled by half of my brain.  Every move I make is hard to control.  Each step jerks, not helping my nonspeaking body move smoothly.  Normal on the inside having no clue how to navigate his world. Some robots have a low bond with their owner, out of control like a dislocated limb.  My robot is learning to listen to my real mind.

Controlling the Hands is Complicated

The hands are lonely.

The hands have risk.

The hands are worried.

The hands have fear.

The hands will rise.

The hands know love.