stories engraved on the palms of her hands...
fingers grip pencils
tell stories
stories of
lifting
others up
tearing
others down
her scarred hands tell stories
of where she has been
and what she may do
they pattern her skin
painting pictures
and writing words
that show
what she buries within
if you look hard enough.
each scar holds a memory
each line of grime a reminder
each broken nail a fragment
of lives lived
and lives being lived.
imperfect hands
tell beautiful stories
of imperfect people,
beautiful people.
beautiful people
who’ve made mistakes
beautiful people
who’ve made messes
beautiful people
who’ve been brave enough
to get a little dirty
and get back up again
to brush off the dust.
beautiful people
who’ve been hurt before
beautiful people
who’s scars hint pain
beautiful people
who can look at their scarred
dirty
imperfect hands
and say
“hey, look how far we’ve come.”