Fingerprints
We Only Amount to Our Choices
These thin, looping ridges of skin, these
mountains and valleys incarnate are one of the
very few things in life that I can claim to be
entirely my own. For no thought is original and
no bone structure or iris hue can truly name
itself unique. What do we have for ourselves,
then, but microscopic helixes and slight
phalangeal grooves? The day the sun rose on
our lives we stepped into that golden morning,
surrounded by glass potential – a kaleidoscope
of prisms with no streaks or opacities. We tell
the story of our lives by where we leave
our fingerprints; which windows we put
our hands to and which ones we let remain
untouched. We only amount to our choices
in the end, and we all must answer for them.
I may not be completely proud of each opaque
print that I have left – and yet I also know
that I have touched my share of rare and
special panes. Those crystals bear the marks
of my experiences; that glass keeps record of
my journey. How can I not be proud, then,
of those cloudy smears and smudges? I may
not be entirely unique, but no one else could
wander this glass maze and alter the light
filtering through those prisms the same way.
No one else could make those beams bend and
refract to show the same brilliant splashes of
color. So I’ll continue to traverse this clear
world, and I’ll continue to leave behind
my fingerprints.
About the Creator
Stephanie Nielsen
All the power held
I can create and destroy
With a simple pen
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