Fingers or Fakers?
These hands are not my own.
The take away fom me.
With these shaking hands I have not grown.
I am supposed to be a healer, cutting free.
A surgeon's scalpel can not be so different from a pencil.
I shake too much to be of use.
So here I am, still stuck inside my stencil.
Hoping I get a chance to call a truce.