Hands

Hands

A Poem by Laura Harrison

I can’t stop looking at my hands

at the whorls and lines engraved in them

I wonder how our lives can be mapped out in those lines

before we even have a chance to start living

so maybe there is another higher power somewhere out there

deciding what is destined to happen to us

and I envy all the palm readers in the world

because if I could predict my future just by inspecting my hands

I would have made better decisions

and far less mistakes.

© 2014 Laura Harrison


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Added on May 11, 2014
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Laura Harrison
Laura Harrison

Ashton-under-Lyne, Greater Manchester, United Kingdom



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My name is Laura, I am 25 and I write poetry to understand life. more..

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