I need not tell you my story.
I will show you my hands
so you can study the lines
that have intersected,
through this journey of life.
Notice the age
of my veins,
the bruises and scars
that have implemented
inside of them.
Touch my swelling knuckles,
that have pounded so many times
helping in their decay,
silently telling of the myth of me
and the things we pretend
no one sees.
These are the maps
of all I’ve ever seen
and all I have been.
callous, and break
indents the gestures of my existence.
Admire my extremities
and the way they gently touch your skin,
my hand fitting in yours,
and the pulse of life that runs through them.
We are connected this way,
in the way we help each other,
we comfort one another,
and at times push away.
They are the topographical depiction of my timeline.
17 thoughts on “Hands of Time”
Heck yeah gurl. Love it Millie! Achingly lovely.
Coming from Yoda…well, that’s just fabulous! thank you, my friend.
This is very beautiful, and so very real of life, and hands. Kind of reminds me of my mother – some sad thoughts, but some good ones too! Thought provoking words indeed!
This is profound in many layers. The hands do sing history – her story 🙂
Eric, they say more than words. Thank you for stopping by and allowing my words to reach you. Have a blessed day.
the very last line, wow. Your thought process and the way you layout your words are amazing
Thank you, sweetie. I miss your blog!!!!! It is my early morning cup of joy!
Ahh you ain’t missing much.
Uhhhhh YEAH I am!
That’s beautiful. It’s true there is so much history and experience in people’s hands. I, personally like my scars, since each one has a story behind it.
I believe they tell the stories beneath all the stories. I love them…especially hands with scars. Thank you for always stopping by, David!
Hands tell a great deal….and hold many secrets.
Yes, they do. I love hands and eyes. They tell the stories behind the stories. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate the support. Much love.
Such a great vehicle for your thoughts, this idea of hands. I have always loved how our hands demonstrate our character, and where we have been….
Thank you, dear friend. Hands have always fascinated me. Sometimes I hear someone (especially a guest) talk but their hands tell a different story. Have a blessed day!
you touch immensely with your deep emotions and the way they get expressed in words..