Stars in my Palm

There are Stars in my palm,
And symbols and lines,
Showing who I am,
And what I'll be.

My fingertips have swirls like waves,
poised to crash over mountains.
On my right hand,
there are scars through the middle of my palm,
on my left,
veins show through in blue lines.

She says I'll have a strange life,
like I've had a normal one so far,
my friends know what I mean,
they've had as strange a life as me.

She looks into the bowl
and warns me of the future.

She deals.
My cards always hold
Queen of Cups, Death reversed, the Hangman, the Fool, and the Priestess.
My Cards,
My Life.

There are stars in my palm,
but beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and so is truth.