The Gentle Cure Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Do you ever feel like the world is closing in on you like walls that seem to breathe against your skin, or a sky wrapping its wings tightly around your chest? Do you understand what it's like to carry mountains not just on your back, but deep within your bones, like a weary earth trying to pass for human? And that sadness oh, that sadness, it gathers inside you like a quiet ocean, like a night without a moon to share its secrets, until even your own voice feels like a stranger knocking at the door. You start to feel tired… tired like a lamp running low on oil, tired like a road that's forgotten where it's headed, tired enough to just disappear turning off your little glowing window and slipping away from the map of the world.

Then without any warning, without a hint, without even a knock someone arrives. A person… like rain finding a parched field, like dawn rediscovering a lost horizon, like a gentle miracle walking on ordinary feet. Not loud, not grand just a human presence moving through sorrow like sunlight filtering through broken glass.

Just five minutes only five minutes and the mountains start to loosen their hold, the ocean inside you quiets its roar, and the night forgets how to stretch on forever. A message just a tiny flicker of words comes in like a bird bringing warmth, and suddenly, your heart remembers how to open up. A person who asks for nothing, measures nothing, needs no explanations just understands, as if silence were a language they've always known.

A person who heals not with hands, but like the wind clears a choked sky, like spring melts away the stubborn winter. These people these rare, living mercies are moving harbors, are medicine in human form, are gentle answers to questions that have never been voiced. The person who becomes light when sorrow turns into an ocean, the person who becomes the shore when you forget how to swim back to yourself. Oh, may life never take away such people those who embody well-being, those who return laughter like lost sunlight finding its way home, those who erase the ache of days in a single honest moment.

Like a ray of sunlight finding its way back home, those who ease the burdens of the day in a single, heartfelt moment like a heartbeat that knows it was meant to flourish.