.....Love Thyself... - Poem by wardha jawdat
couldnt live with the pain
so i thought i'd drown it in the sea
already pregnant with generations of pain.
walked into the depths
of God's azure water bed,
feeling the kind sand shifting
under my desolate tread.
i paused for just a moment
questioned by the winds
was i truly ready for death...when
there was so much to learn yet
so much i should have said
so many unfinished rhymes
yet, bits of 'me' left to find.....
is your grief really so magnificent
that to it my life should genuflect
its torturous burdens
and its dark deep depths?
the waves, knocking upon
my self worth's door
get a timid reply, a meek'hello'
i walk out of the ocean's lap
as one nursed at a mother's breast
replenished, renurtured, refreshed.
but maybe not so more
maybe just a little more....
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