Alfiya Laxmidhar

Joined January 2022

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Love words and their origin. Like poetry. Rumi is my favorite.

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A Lonely Path
Healing for me has been a long and continuous journey that I will probably never stop doing until I die. It is because I am a human and in human nature there is always room to grow, develop and mature. Nobody is perfect and it is in the imperfection that one can heal. That one can find the beauty and strength in healing.
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Motivation
The Fear
The fear of being here One can only know the feeling if you've walked along the treads of sorrow Face the pain head on and strong
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Poets
Roger
12th April 1912 Gentle currents swept through the Shelter Deck of the Titanic as the passengers continued their voyage toward New York. A face peered over the bulwark rail of the mighty ship and her eyes glistened as the ocean reflected shards of sunlight. The small girl suddenly squealed as a few dolphins played alongside their grand companion. The young girl raced to her mother and pulled on the hem of her chevoit waist jacket.
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Fiction
Angel of Mercy
To which the heart break repeatedly. Over and over. Forgive the sons I know. Harrowing are the streets for the dead, death finds us through the raw woods.
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Poets
Home Baked Date Scones
"Hey, do wanna make scones?" "Shcons!" Two little boys run happily toward the kitchen bench. I help Tristan, the 3 year old up and Sidi, the 2 year old hops on the dining chair and squirms his way onto the bench.
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Feast
Aliens Among Us
Past lives I am the reincarnate of Eva Braun, she said My partner scoffed. Who's Eva Braun? I thought. Turns out she was the wife of
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Poets
Damaged Goods
I was packed up and shipped out. I was sent to a place - I was kept in the dark. I arrived whole and filled with curiosity.
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Poets
The Sieve
memories fade but this one faded so quickly it hurt me one minute i was loved and the next minute, forgotten abandoned
By Alfiya Laxmidhar4 months ago in Poets
Diving In
Liquid of life Licked like an elixir that will save me . Melting masculinity You were once a warrior . Feminine freedom
By Alfiya Laxmidhar5 months ago in Poets
Spirals
I center Point a finger up high, Point another toward my feet I expand my arms My circumference becomes a ring of fire Feet spin on the same point as the center of Jupiter
By Alfiya Laxmidhar5 months ago in Poets
Unanswered
A spray of glass and shards tickle me. Fine droplets appear. My hand massages the warm ooze and a painting of ruby rebellion is portrayed.
By Alfiya Laxmidhar5 months ago in Poets
Something new
An arrival of something that is unexpected A delightful surprise to my got-used-to-it eyes Grateful for this wondrous gift
By Alfiya Laxmidhar5 months ago in Poets