It’s not metaphorical. It’s true. I have tiny hands. Size 4.5 ring finger. And they can’t dot things neatly, like that title up there that sits, balancing, without a period to stave off the anxiety of no ending.
My hands can’t stop uncertainty.
“My world keeps spinning around.”
like the lyrics of this song that played just as I wrote that sentence, the world moves. Sometimes, it flashes like a brilliant sun on a white winter day, searing your eyes with brightness that is unavoidable. Sometimes, it’s like a ghost in the wind on All Hallows Eve, dancing through the falling, tender leaves; sneaking by, indistinguishable from the breeze on your cheeks.
I hate endings. I hate not-endings. I can’t decide.
I hate the in-between the most. Teetering on the edge of whether this little thing will survive. My fingers just aren’t big enough. Even if I reach out to hang on, I barely brush your shirt-tails when you move past.
It’s for the best because, no one can ever know the inside. The thoughts that drift by me like raindrops over the windshield. No one knows the dialogue.
No one sees that behind my eyes, I just saw God. It walked up to me with a quiet, knowing smile. It looked into my soul. Unzipped my skin to touch the underneath… then stepped inside and zipped it back up. It was trapped like a butterfly under a glass, inside the cells of my skin. And no one knows, but me, It, us… how it feels.
And maybe no one else was meant to.
maybe my small, small hands should drift to a sputtering stop, because I don’t have to reach. endings or not-endings or in-betweens are not definitions, anyway.
What I crave is here, and It’s dancing on the slow in-out current of my breath.
Laurie Works 
I’ve nothing to say other than, that’s beautiful…you’re beautiful
Thank you, and thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it!
This made me think of that song by Jewel, Hands. You should look up the lyrics. It’s funny because that song has been playing in my mind a lot lately and I can’t even remember the last time I heard it. Peace to you!