Fingerprint

Two hands touch with faith in the other
The worn hands of time can tell
Scars each a silent mark
Leathered skin
Yard work and journeys across the sea
Callused of long days
All things fade with the age of time
Turning of each nursery rhyme
Grace, comfort these hands gave
Tears of pain, wiped away
Fought battles won and lost
Dust each day they still pray
Two hands touched long ago
One of yours, one of mine.

Hourglass

freedom from the world at hand doesn't mean you have to travel to a distant land. Lost in a desolate bank of sand you too can find the holy land. Sounds and motion can trap you into a world of hell leaving you with little hope to dwell. Solace is the space between the noise and commotion. Where you find yourself alone. Once surrounded by thousands of people, dust in the air, music, vocal jabber all about. Time stood still, the motions stopped, the dust cleared, voices faded, scents dispersed, and lights dimmed to a point where one could see the margin of the earth decipherable. Cognition left blank free of movement this is where you discover "self" insusceptible suspended in time, in that hallowed state you see, who you have come to be.

Thoughts scattered across the shores of Laguna Beach

Finding who you, it's no easy task. I as a person identify with a lot of things. Like I am a Marvin, it's my last name got it from my dad, or I am a Mormon. What does this all mean? You could look it up in a dictionary but that is its own definition. The guy next to you on the train may not know either one of those words or what they mean. If he doesn't know do you not exist? Have you become this blanks space in a seat. Knowing who you are goes beyond that. It's not a science of neurons or adams it is more complex than that. No one can know who you truly are beyond you. You are the makings of your inner thoughts and your outward actions. In that is the problem with the world and particularly me. I  did what I was told growing up, I blindly followed most of my life,  I listened and believed what people told me to be or even who I already was. I allowed the thoughts and beliefs of others to determine who I thought I was. They never were my actual thoughts however they were just words implanted into my mind. I now am determined to figure out who I am. Who is Emily Marvin, what is my definition, i am the only one who will ever know. Now to find my own thoughts beyond the words implanted in me. I am my inner thoughts a secret to the world, a story yet fully told.