something

my hands forgot how to write poems

something was the reason

something didn’t bring me sunshine

something had no identity

something had no story

but something was the reason

 

something was hard to talk about

Something was hard to let go

something was strong to break me

something was huge to be contained

something had no story

something had no identity

but something knew me

 

my hands forgot how to write poems

butterflies lost their way homes

flowers didn’t bloom anymore

the wind became silent

birds didn’t soar

there were no traffics

babies didn’t giggle

stars didn’t shine

rivers stopped themselves

from flowing into oceans

 

my hands forgot how to write poems

and all this while

i have been wondering

if i will finally lose

this spell

 

to something

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