The lines on my palms reveal a troubled past
filled with pain and disappointment,
I try to deny it but the truth is inevitable.
Lineaments creased within the trappings of this skin
my hands,
torn with tragedy and forged by torment.
From broken hearts to broken relationships
battered and broken and believe me
I never intended it to be this way.
And if I could change what I've been through,
I'm not sure I would
it's the tragic occurrences that have created these lines
they're beautiful to me,
each one tells a story.
And somehow,
they combine to craft a brand new ending,
one that no one has ever seen or heard before,
these lines are creative and innovative,
unbelievable
mysterious to the naked eye
but they scream so loudly
you can hear their shrills from the depths of my empty heart.
Each one holds a secret
a different chapter to my life.
My hands
strength mightier than a boulder
crushing through barriers,
adding more lines with each thrash,
pummeling,
destroying each obstacle before me.
Fear me
these cracks are real.
Your love was not,
the truth.
Remains in the palm of my hand,
you could once find me
in your palm
begging for your support
but you
so willingly
allowed me to fall through the cracks of your palms.
These creases increased.
Beware my eyes
for behind them is emptiness you cannot see
until you read the lines in my palms.
when my eyes are closed,
my heart is too,
once too willing to settle...
and your slave I am no longer.
These lines will never deepen for you again.
These hands are mine.
~bk.35~
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