Year of Sorrow


I knew in the noiseless echo of your steps

The cords ran deeper. I knew it in the marks of time no one saw

I knew it from the worsening ache to be someone else, anyone else.

I knew when the mould cracked and forth came a butterfly

Yet with chained wings

I knew even in the flames that grazed my soul, there was another side.

Someplace home.

I felt it in the need that weighed me down, so much further

I know still.

~ Momina Arif






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