My Face Held Poem by Mohammad Younus
My Face Held
My face held
no memory
When I was
first born.
My body had
no past
When I was
first born.
The light was
trapped
within me,
as it was
first blown
into me,
to stay with me
as my essence
forever,
as is its source,
from where it came,
when I was
first born.
MyKoul
Friday, July 26, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: trapped
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