Ibrahim Ibn Salma


Self-Compassion - Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma

Walking down the alley,
Glimpsing of the passerby; the
Stranger that looks like
Me.

No, it is me.

Passed by thousands
Times before,

Un-noticed,
Un-spoken to,
Un-loved.

Ignored for another.

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But this time I notice,
I greet myself,
I invite me
To a cup of tea,
A stroll upon the
Redolent shore of life - together,
Holding hands,
Hugging,
Loving
The one inside my skin.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 18, 2013


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