
His hands clutch the sweat of industrious labor,
distressed and sore from ambitious effort
to construct, restore, and cultivate dreams.
A perpetual cover of fresh bruises, wounds, and burns
surmounting the scars of expelled anger and intoxicated chapters
now closed.
They hold too, a paternal penance replaced with steadfast
guidance and care. Disciplined wisdom contributes foresight
and stability with every selfless act.
Even still, those hands, already holding so much,
embrace mine securely through sunsets and storms,
devoted to gentle, affectionate touches and playful interactions.
Not realized by him, those wearied, humbled hands
bring waves of contentment and beauty to my heart
burdened with kindred scars.
Replenished in me, a sensuous desire
when every touch is a silent communication of love,
like a private language only our senses together understand.
Hardened yet soft, expressing love and assurance,
every touch transfers a promise
that calms uncertainty and quiets irrational disturbance.
Comfort in the most perfect of imperfect things.
Scars an exclusive reflection of perseverance.
Imperfect and beautiful. Just like us.
About the Creator
Kali Fox-Jirgl
I am a heavy coffee drinker, overthinker, writer, & artist who delights in the power of words and their ability to develop little nuggets of wisdom, imagination, emotion, and inspiration.
I also run a circus of teenage monkeys.


Comments (2)
beautiful.
Thank you to the Vocal Media team for the opportunity!