She was a light that glowed
In a dark aphotic world
Beam piercing with light
Disturbing the inhabitants
Pushing away the night
Making the creatures too uneasy to stay
Banishing the darkness away
She was named
Love
Tag: Poetry
Surreal
I thought it magical
Surreal
That the night sky
Be filled with steal
And change to day
Flash after flash
Of the bombs falling my way
I thought it a beautiful end
To an uneventful beginning
The 13 year old is no longer begging
To stay alive
Maelstrom
I think I was lost
In a maelstrom
When our eyes met
I didn’t even notice you
So I missed out then
On what we have now
Now that I’m no longer lost
Fig Tree
The fig tree by the house with no backyard
Always welcomed me
It was comforting and warm
Teaching me
A child I was
Not knowing death nor life
It taught me eternity
The fig tree in my grandmother’s house
Will always live within me
Forget
I wondered if he’d forgotten
As we fell from the sky
As our form touched the sands
And our being materialized
I wondered if I too will forget
The reason I chose this body
Will I soon regret
The heaviness it brings
As gravity sinks
It’s teeth into my bones
Then I blinked twice
And I remembered
Nothing
After my first cry
Foggy Mornings
Foggy morning
Tall grass
I lay awake
Raindrops covering my face
My roots grow to the sky
As I lie
Reaching to the God I can not see
Foggy morning days
Chill my bones
Foggy morning days
Call me home
And I dare not resist
Poisonous Plants
Did you plant this vine
The one that poisoned your hand
Did you set it free in your garden, in your land
?
This poison that you can’t seem to find
Is crippling your mind
Like that vine
That someone else planted
When their entrance was never granted
But their thoughts slipped away
Finding roots in your bay
And you allowed them to stay
Cause you needed the company
Until your body was covered in a rash
And your mind started to dash
Across the negativity of their thoughts
Can you now realize
That you are not ill
That there’re poisonous plants, still
Lingering in your garden, in your mind
Rid away with them all
And stand
Strong
Once more
Heaven
Some days I crave a sun so bright
Instead of Memphis rain
And people that can say my real name
Some days I feel my skin turning back
A darker shade close to black
And I hear my roots calling me home
But most days I know I am not alone
In feeling so far away from home
We’re all immigrants after all
Waiting for the call
To return to heaven
The Moon
I rushed to meet the full moon
As I could finally see her face
A month of waiting could not be replaced
And as the moon turn around I knew
The rock looked much like you
My imaginary childhood friend
You survived this long
You were with me till the end
I wondered how your face was never changed
From Iraq to America
And somehow it did not feel strange
To befriend the moon
Ancient Lullaby
Windows open
Rain is singing me an ancient lullaby
Here I lay
Listening
As mother nature reminds us all
How drops so small
Can cause a flood as they fall
How little things matter