The past four weeks I: Started a creative writing class. Didn't think I would struggle. Found out poetry isn't my liking. Had poems critiqued. Critiques scare me. Learned to take criticism better. Learned I don't have to be perfect to succeed. Decided to share another poem with you.

A Finger Time Line

Long, skinny

Tan growing age lines

Bumps where blood flows

And nails to protect

21 years ago they grasped for an understanding of the world

14 years ago they learned how to play a song with strings and a bow

7 years ago they figured how to create with yarn and sticks

They press buttons, tickle kids, and write papers.

They have nails, sometimes painted

and veins that are getting bigger.

They are tan with growing age lines,

long and skinny.

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