These Hands

These hands are not powerful enough.

To turn back time.

To make things better.

To be of any help.

To give all that I have.

I want nothing in return.

But I also have nothing to give. .. ..

Is it a matter of I?

Is it a matter of time?

Part of me tells these hands to cover my face.

Ashamed.

Part of me tells me to raise my hands.

And make dua.