Thoughts and Cares

My fingers tell stories I can't hide. Through broken nails and picked cuticles, they document what I fail to process. While I've been lost analyzing every why, my hands have been keeping score. Today, I'm learning that healing doesn't always need to wait for answers.

blurry photo pf my hands held in front of the camera obscuring my face. Nails are cracked, cuticles dry.
"Hands of neglect" by Kristina Daniele