My knuckles tell a story
strangers might assume was true.
The scars and marks
tell a tale of carelessness and anger.
While that mat be true,
there's a different narrative
beneath it all.
My palms tell a story
those closest to me know is true.
The soft, unmarred skin
paints a picture of care and love.
Two conflicting stories,
with truth in both.
The only way to know the whole truth,
is to turn the page.
About the Creator
Alex Widovic
I love telling stories! Currently exploring how I can do that most effectively, come along for the ride.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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