Wrinkled Hands

The peaks and valleys

of these, my wrinkled hands,

traversed in a silence

which no one understands

 

Each nook and cranny

shows hard-earned wear and tear;

proof that I’ve shouldered

no more than I can bear

 

Haunted by my past,

I hid myself away

swallowing it all

to keep demons at bay

 

The years spent safe in

self-imposed seclusion,

now lay exposed as

an unkind illusion

 

I'll walk to the sun

leaving demons behind

brightness may blind me,

but it won’t change my mind

 

I choose to climb out

of the darkness that stands

by using the strength

of these, my wrinkled hands

Reviews

[charlie]

If it's a work in progress you've made a beautiful start.
"proof that I’ve shouldered
no more than I can bear" is a key note for me.
Well done so far...

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully said. We all live with the choices we make and their consequences, but that is not to say we can't change.
Those hands, wrinkled or not, have served you well in this piece. Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed reading it.