A spark within, a flame so bright
Guiding me through life's darkest night
A gentle whisper, a loving tone
My soul, my heart, my guiding stone
In times of doubt, it shines so bold
A beacon of hope, a story untold
A gentle nudge, a loving embrace
Reminding me of my sacred space
With every breath, it grows anew
A garden of love, a heart that's true
A reflection of my deepest core
A beauty that forever endures
In the stillness, I hear its voice
A gentle whisper, a heartfelt choice
To follow its lead, to trust its way
And find my path, come what may
My soul, my friend, my guiding light
Illuminating the darkness of night
A shining star, a love so pure and bright
My soul, my everything, my delight.
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Isra Saleem
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskara day ago in Feast
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Well written from you!
This was so beautifully crafted! Loved it!