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Look Down
December 8, 2019
one day you will look down.
down at the scars that cover your hands,
the same ones you look at now
they will be surrounded by wrinkles,
silvery like a storm cloud
instead of red and angry like a burn.
you will see your hands shifting
and remember looking down at them years ago.
they no longer look like your own,
they are too thin and frail,
paper thin.
they cannot be the hands that tore down
wall after wall
but here they are
in front of you
splayed out,
begging for rest.
© Angela K., Kansasville, WI
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I wrote this poem because sometimes I will look at my hands or some other part of me and try to visualize how they will shift and change. It is mind-blowing to me that the hands I use right now are the same hands I had when I was a small child, but at the same time they have changed. My hands will continue to shift and change, becoming different, but they will always be mine, just like the rest of me.