Hands

Two hands of the same person are as different as the sea and land.

Like two side of the same coin.

One hand is encased in soft, supple, unblemished skin with well manicured nails and the faint traces of blue hidden just under the surface.

The other is rough and calloused. The skin at the knuckles torn and bloody as though something was trying to escape from underneath. Nails chipped and broken. Scars scattered everywhere.

Everyone has two hands, some are relatively similar with small differences.
Some are as non identical as my own.

For each hand marks a side of you.
Some people are balanced, not extremely good and not notoriously bad.

Others, like me have two sides that couldnt be more different.