She frolicked in the field as if her life had been easy
A middle aged woman with wrinkles just settling
Her hair a silk dream, moved with her in a whirlwind as she spun her self, arms wide
It was magnificent
I was hypnotized by maturity as she gracefully walked up to me
Her presence was emanating in to my very soul
Yet her hands were not kind enough to hold
As I looked down at them she told me
“they’ve been like that for years but they don’t control me”
They were broken, bent all over
I’m ashamed to say I was frightened or rather disgusted at first
You could see it in her eyes that she understood
Yet whatever pain they once brought her did not bother to ponder
And it did not take me a second to wonder how she lived as so
So free and full with her crooked hands
Her smile didn’t fade once when I finally touched them
It was not the same but I think I loved them
Because whatever made them insane did not stay on her mind
What is that? Strength?
Where is mine?
We slowly embraced and then she walked a fine line
In to the distance, her hands finally looked kind
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.