we are travelers each on their own journey in life... Sometimes our paths cross and we walk together for a while... Then we reach a cross road and we part ways... Loving yourself allows you to let go and release whatever seems to soar away... Peacefully
When stressed
Sometimes I can't express the stress in one language… My mother tongue becomes tangled and entwined with words discovered on the long journey of a refugee kid… When stressed… Maxa diday lemin ykebdal at du gir det du didn't get?
Strength in vulnerability
Psst... We write out and tell our stories to strengthen our wings... You won't find a map to lead you to the broken ones... In between the lines, every word is bleed out here resides strength in every vulnerability.
I have loved but have I been?
I am a writer, a storyteller, baby I can write a love story, about being in love madly and deeply and not be in love. But I am yet to learn to write a story of being loved…For neither they nor I knew how to love me. I have loved...
The love I want & deserve
I want a healthy love that will celebrate and appreciate my being.
Off turn
The base in your voice may shake the roof but won't touch a hair on my head... Rusty dusty engine making noise is what I hear... Vroom broom ashes coming out of your ears... your words to me are seawater and wasted energy...
No, you may not
No, you don't have a right to watch my life, how I raise... How I healed from the arrows shot out your sunken mouth... Your jaws dug in deep to my flesh oh how you fed... Gloating that you are only doing what your fathers did... And their fathers before them... To ask for a …
The fool and antique stool
As I was scrolling through an online thrift shop..my heart stopped I saw beautiful flowery antique stools and like a fool, I cried... Perhaps it's misplaced tears or simply thanking them for hosting souls & their stories over the years... Wherever the reason like a fool I cried over the antique stool
And you
Things that are felt but can't be held... Like air, cold winter breeze Like warmth, and mid-summer heat. Like the fog of an early autumn morning... And you my darling.