Seedless Poem by Ibn Ali

Today my soul is heavy
I thought I knew pain but I'm not ready
I'm waiting for my first child
To feel delight
 So I could taste colours, hear the iridescence in the light
I'm at the edge of hope
At the bank and I can't swim
With thoughts of jumping in
And I'm this close
I brace my back to lift this weight
That I may never hear tiny voices squabble
That my house will stay vacant
No graffiti painted walls, a solitary echo
Everything in its place
My neighbours find peace in silence, don't quarrel with me at all
My unborn child I wrote to you before
Then I thought that you were late
Now I fear that I may never meet my joy
Men don't cry, the forecast said it's dry
You see stars
I see a thousand suns too far to bring me warmth
They are however beautiful to see
I lost my true North in the storm
I hope your happiness is sincere
Whoever you met, got stranded
And whoever meets you there
I see you in every child I hold
In every tiny smile and baby's speak
If you saw me you'd cry too
My cage was breached and my heart hung for all to see