The words unmade me.
on borrowed earth, I stood.
A mirror so bright,
it caused darkness.
A mirror so bright,
I faded in my reflection.
A mirror so bright,
I was no longer there.
My eyes shut.
my breath forgot.
A mirror so bright,
it made me dark.
No one but dark me.
it was divine to hear the dark me.
to speak to dark me.
to kindly sit with dark me.
to say, You are the one.
So I sat with dark me.
I drew her in.
I found loving her in dark me.
I heard no sound in dark me.
I inked pages in dark me.
I wilted on the floor in dark me.
No sound but mine.
I cried.
I complained.
and heard me in dark me.
I stayed with dark me.
an immovable mountain.
a seed in folds of earth.
a quiet boulder.
This poem is a journey into the "dark me’’
A celebration of the strength and self-love that can be found in our most difficult and lonely moments.
Peace and Love,
Ayesha.
Absolutely beautiful
what happened then?