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Strength in walking

Patience was when you said “I’m warning you”

and I did not scream

Patience was when you got up

and I did not shriek

Patience was when you stormed closer

and I did not flinch

Patience was when I stayed sitting

while you loomed over me

Patience was when I said “hit me”

Not once- not twice- but thrice

And you stared at me

Patience was when you walked away

Instead of being weak 

-a.K.a-


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Author:

Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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