I am in thedark roomThat’s wheredevelopement happens.Tiny bits of exposure.Sparks fearWithin me.My muscle tenses up. I am in thedark room.That’s whereDevelopment happens.I thought I’d beHere
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Habibi you don’t understand
Your words areLike Plasters thatBatch up my brokennessTogether.Habibi you don’t understandI pray you’ll understandOne day. When we comeTogether.When we meetPhysically, I prayThat God gives meThe
Withered seed
How does it feelFor a motherTo hold herWithered seed?The soil couldNot nourish it.It grew butNot well enough. A withered plant.A human thatHas been luredIn by
Scared but willing
I am scaredBut willingTo go throughWith it.Because i knowIt is good.I know that itWill be worthIt in the long run. I am scaredBut willingTo go
Tough one
Shut the voicesOf doubt withFscts.Those whispersHold no solidGround.Do not allowThose doubtsLive rent-freeIn your mind.Kick them out. The battle of theMind is a tough one.Stand firm.Stand
Silver wind
The winter hasNever beenThis harshIn a long time.You step outIn awe byThe whitenessThat surrounds you.You’re walkingOn white carpetPurity at its finest. The silver windStrikes youLeaving
