I daze upon my hands
Looking at each line crafting
a beautiful structure
telling a thousand tales
and not needing to speak
Branching out to a new crease
stitching cells together
Wondering how each was formed
The constant movement
causing a new flexibility
a prick, a scar
No tattoo is needed
to symbolize your hardship
How your fingers bend
How your hand falls into position
at the sign of relaxation
How pigments can never show
what your hands have to tell
Take a gaze and see your story
flash before your eyes
See your lifetime
be told at your
fingertips
