Posted in Emotions, Poetry

Weather: Sunny Mood: Rainy

The rain pours down the window outside, I feel alive

I can sit in my room and focus my energies on whatever I need to try

The gloom and shadows, the out of focus vision, is the weather that I prefer

The way the sky sheds tears, reveals others are hurting worse

but when the sun illuminates through the clouds and breaks them with force

I am reminded, whilst being blinded, that there is nothing hiding my remorse

The brightness cannot cover my sorrow it displays it right to the core

To the point where I must bury my head,

wave the white flag to this inner war


-a.K.a-

“A kind word is a form of charity”- Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him)

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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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