The head.
A mess.
Jumbled.
Confused.
Worrysome.
Eating away, tick tock.
Aged, but level.

The heart.
A fragile thing.
A feeble thing.
A heavy thing.
A tired thing.
Open, unsheltered, defenseless.
Yet distanced.
Too nice not to care.
Too nice to say anything.

The hands.
Some times nimble, others rigid, tense, and cold.
Slightly worn, slightly beaten.
Yet soft.
Agile and capable to express
When words cannot.

First time writing a poem. Tell me what you think, please. Any criticism is good, in this case.
Complexity and (more advance/complex) symbolism will come with time, haha. But thank you.