She told me your hands doesn’t look belong to you!…
I know…
What else does belong to me?
When I said my Heart wants to leave my chest, Nobody believed me…
When I said papers are running from my pen, they thought I’m a poet! They thought it is  figure of speech!
When I said I saw the tree is waving for me asking me to join the forest, they thought I’m emotional…
                                They didn’t….
Felt the Pain…
Felt the Loss…
Felt the anguish…
Felt the Death within me…

I have..
The babyface…
The sad eyes…
The shaken voice…

                                 I don’t have..
The Peace…
The Safe…
The Love…

But…

I promised myself to let everything go…Even my…
Hands!