"Take me up a tree!” yell my long withered arms

With their time-telling companion,

Trembling at the speed of light.

“Take me to the rock gym!” yell my long scratched arms

With their time-telling companion,

Reaching high into space.

Long withered scratched arms is what I’ve got;

Long withered grape vines with misshapen leaves

At the end.

Long withered arms with snow-white elbows

From leaning on them too much.

Long withered arms with hands.

Hands with long fingers

With the letters: “T-H-I-S” scrawled on them.

Long withered hands with long withered fingers,

Fingers with stunning long unwithered nails.

Nails caked with sparkly blue polish from last month.

Long unwithered nails, they’re commonly abused.

Several fine white scars, untrimmed edges,

Dirt under surface from God knows where!

Long withered scratched arms,

My wings!

My wings that soar higher and higher each day.

Long withered scratched arms,

Running across the black and white keyboard,

Creating melody upon melody.

Long withered scratched arms,

Pressing down on the “g”, “d” , “a”, and “e” strings

While bringing the bow across them in a mad rush.

Long withered scratched arms,

Bringing to an end

This pencil’s journey through this poem

Long withered scratched arms doing everything…

All with their time-telling companion.

A/N- I don't know why I wrote this. I just did. Reviews appreciated!