The Palmist

If you look at my hand
What do you see
A palm with a few lines
Uncomplicated, simple and clean
A palm that tells of a long life with a few breaks in between

But what the lines don’t show the heart feels
And what the palmist cant read is real
It goes beyond the realms of life - to the life I lead underneath
The doubts, the fears, the insecurities
They govern each breath I take
My head feels like a labyrinth,
A maze of no escape

So don’t simplify my life with predictions of hope
Of love and joy without strife
Don’t mock my being with promises of peace
Or tales of a happier life

The sweat on my palms tells a truer tale
One of the strife and the pain
It tells of the loves that I have lost
Of the dreams that shattered and fade

So look up from my hands to the souls of my eyes
And it here that you will see
The truth as it is
Uncomplicated simple and clean
The truth that really is me.