Looking at their hand and realizing that they grew

They grew into the person that they are today

The lines in their hand made them who they are

When I look at their hand,

I see the pain and the hard times they had

I see the strength in who they wanted to become

I see where their soul lies

I see what they wanted to do or become in life

I see the years behind that hand

Where they had times of happiness and sadness

I see what they have become

I see what they have taught me or what they’re going to teach me

I see a better future for me

I see their past

I see love

I see hate

I see the healed hearts

How do I feel?

I feel pain

I feel the blood running through their body

I feel the thump of their heart beat

I feel the wrinkles in their hand that show that they are strong

When I really look in their hands I see the route that made them, THEM.

--Dacia Ayers