When Shadows Fear The Light Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

No fire flickered, just a lantern,
casting a soft glow that shielded itself from the restless wind.
There were no sharp words,
only gentle gestures laid out
on the table of thought not to impose, but to invite.
A whisper floated toward a lonely shore, a peaceful spot called Bibi, where meaning could settlewithout being drowned out by noise.
There was no thorn in the Breath, no harshness in the tone, just a careful reaching
for understanding.
Yet, across the distance, ears turned to stone, and shadows mistook the light for a threat.
From the camps of echoing loyalty, drums began to beat,
not hearing a voice but sensing betrayal.
Just like that, the lantern became a target, and its quiet glow morphed into a mirror of suspicion.
Words transformed into arrows, "traitor, " they cried,
as if being different were a crime, as if thoughts had to bow to a single wind.
This is the deeper wound:
a field painted in one color,
where every unfamiliar bloom
is ripped out before it has a chance to grow.
When voices are trapped inside agreement, dialogue fades into silence, and truth forgets how to breathe.
Let the heart receive
not every calm word hides a storm, and not every difference is betrayal.
Some lights come to broaden the sky, to stretch the horizon
beyond a single line.
And perhaps, if anger softens
and restraint finds its place, the lantern will endure, and in its gentle glow, teach the darkness how to listen.