Someone Else Dreams. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Things don't always work out,
In ways which we had planned.

We spend nights reading material,
Which brings life to the tired eyes,
Somehow it all seems hysterical.

I'm in a situation I never thought I would be in.
Prayers of a Mother seem to stain,
Deeper than my prayer,
Not to say I don't want to please her.

At the same time I am changing the love I have for myself.
To save another book being torn from the shelf.

What am I to do in such circumstances?
How am I to live with such instances?
Separated by virtue and vices.