Hands
Her hands wore two rings
And had seldom painted nails
Skin that cracked in winter
With lines that told the tales
Her hands wrote poetry and
Took beautiful photographs
Wrote letters to her friends
And covered all her laughs
Her hands fixed her hair
Washed dishes, did chores
They gave what they could
And sometimes even more
Her hands drew in others
Tight for a much needed hug
Held the hands of a child
Always showed her love
Her hands did homework
They took notes in class
Worked Calculus problems
And waved as friends passed
Her hands held the knife
Ran it across her skin
Wiped the blood as it dripped
Over and over again
Her hands covered wounds
Did their best to hide the pain
They constantly reminded her
And told her she’s insane
Her hands wrote the hurt
Her hands left the scars
Her hands always told her
“This is what you are.”
12-10-12 12:18am