You may not always know. . .

You may not always know
what goes on in my mind,
what lies behind the mask I constantly adorn;
every word that is uttered,
comes from behind a cascade of fears,
low volumes and weak tones often go unheard;
leaving me behind, in a state of vulnerability.
Gone are the days, when my passion would consume,
those long silences and feelings that void unearthed;
I know not now, anymore, the face of proclivity,
neither does the joy of youthful abandon now,
ever knock on my door. . .
I know very well, the misguidance of intentions,
I understand completely the pain of losing something,
which has always been near and dear.
I have seen more than once,
darkness when it comes too close for comfort,
been the very victim of its evil captivity.
When all else lies forgotten,
the light does at times glow,
and the desire to bathe in its brightness,
is perhaps my only crime.


May Almighty Allah (God) the Wise, the Most Merciful, the Most Beneficient and the All-Knowing bless and protect us!All praise be to Him!

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