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