How I got my soul back

as I held onto the wall I almost poured out my entire soul until he stopped me
as my conscious came to the understanding
that I had lost the woman that had birthed me
he tried to make eye contact with me
trying to tell me that I should not cry like that
that I should remain calm

as he held my arm and slowly brought me back to my new present
I did not even have the strength to get his hands off of me

as we were leaving the only thing I could feel was the cold
my lips were cold from the last kisses I gave her

it took me a long time to get my soul back from the brink of death
it took me a long time to feel anything else but the cold
for a long time I found a home within the loss and no one knew how to reach me
for a long time I only felt death while my legs kept moving aimlessly here on earth

Now I am here to tell you how I got my soul back.

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My hands

I believe my hands how they look like and feel show my heart
My fingers are long and skinny something like a ballerina
Perfect for emphasizing the words that I say out loud

The veins in the back of my hands are very prominent
They show the strain in my life from moving boxes
To the emotional stress of everyday life and past

The purpose of my asbestos fingers
is to cook the meals for my loved ones
When I am done they smell of garlic
Which is love and home

My hands show my heart
Where can I see yours?