In my own Hands

Love in my own hands
Stretching, cradling.
The pulse in my wrist as it beats
Faster and faster
Through the lines on my palm.
Life lines,
Worry lines,
Family lines.
Out through my fingers to touch the universe.
Something to give away
But never to keep.

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