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A Moment of Meeting Myself
It happened over the bouquet of moments
A moment of epiphany
Brushing against my ego
Crippled, collapsing inward
Myself draped in ambitions, illusions, and confusions
Layered, unfolding: one after the other
I found the light reaching from the place beyond the grief
I found my voice hidden under the dirt of doubts and disbelief
As if the light felt warmer but stingy
Gratitude, not shame, is what I feel
Cried for the mercy that He showed
Despite my ignorance
Lost in despair
It was in a soft knock
A whisper of a bird
A pappus of dandelions
The corolla of a wildflower
A clove of deep neem
That I saw myself for the first time
Soul first
A drop in the stomach like a sailor’s prayer
before the sour sea swallows the sky
Thumping in the chest
A light whisper
A sigh of relief
A breath I didn’t know I was holding
It did not come with the thunder
It did not feel heavy
No earth shaken
No sky shattered
It was just enough—a quiet sound
I heard myself for the first time
I met myself for the very first time
By: Kaukab Naeem
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