Looking within

When I look at my fingerprint I see confusion

Not necessarily a bad confusion

Just a big mess of everything

At the same time I see fun life

Full of a lot of mischief and memories

Good times and bad

I guess in the end there is a lot within a simple fingerprint

You just have to look hard enough to see

Fingerprint

       I feel like an adventurous person who would explore the whole world. Someone who would see the Bermuda triangle, Macho Picchu, or the lowest depths of the ocean. I’m someone who is willing to take risks and not afraid of the consequences of adventuring new places; places never explored by humans. I’m also a person with extreme focus. Someone who sets a goal and goes for it. I look for the basket and go for the win, even if It takes a foul or two along the way.

Etched in My Skin

My Fingerprint Poem

I See the

Wisps of Smoke

They Curl and Disappear

Slinking back into the Night

Leaving Behind a

Burning Book

It is the

Story of My Life

Not for You or Me to Read

It is as Vast as

The Ocean

Determining

If I’ll Sink or If I’ll Swim

It is the

Whirlpool that Sucks Me In

Swirling Nightmares

And Desires

The Things that Make Me

Me

It Contains the

Rolling Hills

Where My Ancestors Lived

Curving Underneath

They still Sing

It Holds all those Before Me

Their Footpaths

Their Journey through Life

Through our Precious World We are

Intertwined

Unaware

Which Direction to Turn

For it is But A

Mystery

Our Soul

A Web of the Past

It is but A Book

Burned and scarred

Lifted and Rejoiced

Unread and Fresh

Awaiting at Your Fingertips

Like so Many Little Things

It’s

 Etched into My Skin