Palm Marks

Palm-marks press into soft moments 
A feathering lineage outlining  
The hands 
Of me 

I trace these branching wonders 
Proof of passage 
As delicately as I hold all the 
Entwining joys and sorrows 
They leaf from the same stem 
Unique in pattern, and far more intricate 
More complex 
Than any shape I could try to squeeze myself into 

This is me, lines that carry beyond the borders 
A brief imprint of the hand-held vulnerability 
Ever ready to reach out and hold the sky

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