From Me To Me. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra
From Me To Me.
What would be a nice gift for myself?
I thought of maybe a new bracelet,
Or a shoe with a comfortable fit.
Then a peculiar thought came to mind,
Something of which I have yet to find.
It is mastering myself.
For I am getting older,
Yet to know the mind of the face which I see in the mirror.
Some days I can be overwhelmed,
Bewildered as to how often I have to pretend.
For days can seem so foreign,
Instead of knowing what is therein.
Then, there are those little glimmers of hope.
Those words which make you cope.
That feeling,
Which occupies your entire being.
The one who tells you,
You must continue.
A beautiful poem indeed Safiyyah! ! Come what may, life has go on. Enjoy the concept and flow. Thanks for sharing.10++++
A beautiful poem indeed Safiyyah! ! Come what may, life has go on. Very nice concept and flow. Thanks for sharing.10++++
Sir Asuncion, I see the comments are beautiful as ever. Thank you.
Thank you Sir. Mishra. Appreciate the comment, hope you become a frequent reader.
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Then, there are those little glimmers of hope. Those words which make you cope. That feeling, Which occupies your entire being. In and through your poems you try to get deeper and deeper into the mind. tony