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