| In the silence of my Existence... I held on to my withering Leaves Afraid to bare my branches Seasons came and Seasons left And I was still searching For the courage to face Your purifying winters I held on to my withering Branches Hoping my roots would Keep me upright Forgetting the ground Was nothing More than mud and soil No more than Dirty clay I held on against Your winds I held on tight Afraid courage Might just be on the Way. |
| I guzzled all the oasis And emerged thirstier Than ever before I chased all the mirages Trudging sand dunes Only to be met With quicker Sands I struggled against the Howling of the Winds Begging to deliver Me to your Shores I struggled thirstier Than ever before Until I jadedly realized There were no horizons In the deserts of my Soul. |
| I looked for you in reflections Of myself Mesmerized by smoky mirrors I searched for my essence Clinging to fragments Of your forgotten whole I searched for me Forgetting how intricately I am Woven Into Your very Soul I searched for substance In shadows I searched for meaning In illusions I searched clinging To fractions That had me dazzled In confusion I searched with forgotten Meaning Until meaning became No more. |
| I reached a cross road But many Had I reached before Always beginning with A Reaffirmed Conviction It is You I am to Simply adore Instead of firming My desire to Soar, Instead of learning the Art of applying All that I certainly Know, I ended up drifting Into some aimless detour Against all my resistance Your winds of Mercy Have flung me Back to your surging Shores Against all my jarring contradictions I have been gathered My essence dying and sore |
I am standing bare My withered leaves No more, I am standing thirsty, Mirages dissipated in Your awe, I am standing tattered, My self I can not fragment Anymore� Stirringly I hear the gentlest Of whispers �Hush child, speak no more�. -Maliha Balala |