Palms

You don’t have to be

a palmist

to portray the days

that I’ll be through,

or count

the misfortunes

that I have to eschew.

Inside my hands

I have palette

where I keep

the shades

of

my past residue,

the fears and tears

that left outgrew.

I blend them all

to paint the dream

that I’ve always

wanted to pursue.

By Sarwa