Ambient Streams

I thought about your hands,
cracks and lines tell the stories of your time.
Like the love affair of 29,
Your fingers slipped through his fingers and so did your twenties.
Reminds you of the time lost from another romp at 19
that turned into the slithering of the snake’s trap,
only to release you to find you’re 23
thinking you’re gonna go somewhere
and awaken at 25 to leave it all behind
to find the peace of mind where satisfaction lays.
Spent too many worried days with none left to spend while I spent none at all.
All the pain that laid to rest in the lines in my hands but by 49
I had taken care of my skin so well that I cannot retell all the stories of my hell that lay dormant within me.

© 2009 Miss Blue