For the Hands That Know

For the Hands That Know

Talu​(sub female)​{MikaAngelO} • Mar 2, 2025

So I have an ability to write in metaphor, to be thoughtful, hide meaning in words where only certain people can find its meaning. But what if I don’t want to anymore. How do you explain something to someone who’s never felt it? The pull? How do you begin to ask for it or do you even want to? I want it ripped from me. That much I do know. Because being asked, feels so…. insufficient. But how long will I wait? Do you put it into plain words, risk breaking it down until it’s lost all meaning? Or do you leave it as it is, trusting that only the ones who understand will find it?

Here’s my attempt.

Some things aren’t meant to stay as they are. Stone, untouched, is just weight, potential locked beneath the surface. It takes the right hands to see past what is and into what could be.

A sculptor doesn’t rush. She studies first, runs her fingers over the rough edges, feeling for what the eye can’t yet see. She doesn’t demand the stone yield before its time. She knows it was never meant to be soft. Instead, she finds the places where pressure reveals form, where careful removal brings clarity.

Not every hand is steady enough for the work. Some press too hard, breaking what should have been refined. Others hesitate, unwilling to commit. And some walk past entirely, never realizing what was waiting to be shaped.

But those with vision, with patience, with the certainty of knowing, when they find the right piece, they recognize it. And when they do, the stone doesn’t resist. It only waits, silent, enduring, ready to become.

MikaAngelOh​(dom female)​{Talu} • Mar 27, 2025

Have you find your sculptor? 🤔😏