Face

But you see, my hands are my face.

My story is here.

My memories etched in every fading line.

A story to be told within every inch of flesh.

Where these hands go, I will follow.

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

deep lines are covering my weary face at age 58 time lines.

[Sarah Vaenn]

Very keen! I like that concept :)

[Cheyenne]

Thank you! :)

[Ruth]

To see into a writer's life, perhaps the hands hold more insight than the face...clever piece :)

[Cheyenne]

I agree! Sometimes I have no idea where I am going. I just start writing and eventually the rest of me catches up.