A Map On My Palms
I followed the lines on the map of my hands
The ones I was born with, tattooed in bands
They never seem to make up their minds
Vertical lines meet horizontal ones in bind
Dark lines like boundaries starting to climb
Crisscrossing my life, my love, my mind
That long line of destiny running straight
between what was and what is now my fate
This map is but a handful of lines
Major lines like rivers flow in-between
With those little lines flowing into streams
They somehow stretch the distance and
then split apart
To form those bridges of life
helping us connect to our hearts
Lines entwined when we hold our hands together
And pray looking up at the sky who seems to wait
Maps throw up options with forks on the road
Slow and steady now I move with times load
The end I await, but cannot escape
In the center of my palm as I cup my hand
the swirling water engulfs me
Stealing the breath from my lungs
My map is open and dripping wet
Lying face up by my side
Leading me to heavens gate!
20.4.22
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