Poet-Today | Sumayya Adam Ahmad | Arts-Muse Fair
SHE IS A POET
Drunk
in ideas
Choked
by words
Niagara
of imaginations
Brimful!
She
regurgitates beautifully
Ink-stains
hearts skillfully
Relief!
Home!
She
writes peacefully.
SILENCE
Silence..
Her
fragile body laid
Her
heart, a train
pounding
down its tracks.
The
fire of ache burns
of
dark monster
suffocating
in hurt
She
wished it will stop
but
walls are too strong
Stronger
than a teak tree
powerful
than hydrogen bomb.
Black
and blue fear
Pain
tearing down her spinal cord.
that
the wall could choke and drown
in
raging seas of her tears
The
storm could lose its strength
compared
to darkness of her pains
The
earth could freeze
from
the shrieks of her soul
If
she could once again
Fly
and live
to
illuminate paths of love
She
must soar above the buried
white
elephant in her living room.
She
waits for the twilight to give way for dawn
for
the day to shutdown,
a
path to night.
for
the moon to sleep
so
the Sun can wake up
For
her to catch her breath
"To-morrow,
and to-morrow, and to-morrow"
Until
then, only Silence remains...
STAY STRONG
However
dim, focus on the light
Don't
mind darkness of the night
Trials,
tribulations may lead to fright
Don't
be a fugitive and take off in flight.
Nurturing
fear in your heart is a plight
Like
tree, it shall grow to make you weak and uptight.
Like
Lion, don't give in without a fight
Like
daybreak, be hopeful it'll be alright.
For
if you believe, you shall thrive and shine bright.
SO BE IT
Amidst
stars, you were my Sun
I
gave you my whole
dusked
for you to dawn
When
the path was hazy
never
for once did I turn
When
the rope was thorny
stubbornly
I tightly held on
You
promised never to let go
But
then,
you
turned and left
buried
your head in sand
to
the creaks of my cracking heart
to
the shrills of my rejected dove.
I
burnt for you
You
burnt for her
So
be it!
These
wings shall once again fly
And
for you it shall be too high to reach.
****
Sumayya Adam Ahmad is a graduate of B.Sc.
Economics from Bayero University Kano, Nigeria. She believes words are weapons
that can be skillfully handled to shape the mind. Hence, she loves poetry and
enjoys other forms of Word play
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