I sit here on spiraling stairs
Not knowing where I’m headed
And that I only pen when I hurt
And when I’m sore and drenched in fear
I stare at your fearlessness and courage
And the soft graves we pass
How you sit in silence
And I experience harakat wa sukoon
And utter what most men hide in their barest breasts
But seep through when the
battle’s over
And they’re hanging over a crane…
ready to give up
You envy my strength not knowing you’ve empowered me
and that Rahma came
when, God’s assistance was manifest in the coming of men
We hold hands and depart – thank you friend,
Know not to burn alone, please don’t run away… I’m here
Because there’s places like Perivale I never knew existed
Wait for me and venture – if we so dare
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