The artist in me:
I left your place
Feeling smaller, mostly every time;
Lesser and lesser
Of what it is meant
To be human.
It took me more than a decade
And all the atrocities
To finally figure out
That is not okay.
It was no accident;
No I didn’t make a mistake-
A poor choice,
Some disturbed and distorted
Use of love and understanding-
Some pseudo- stability-
That although somehow experienced,
You dissociate from.
It was the first time
I had the last word.
And it was a good feeling.
Fall and winter
Were spent alone surprisingly;
The train always arriving on time,
Myself looking for passengers,
Anything for souls and love.
So it goes:
“A house is made of
Bricks and beams
A home is made of
Love and dreams”.
Get out of my home
And stay out.
Now at my eclipse,
Feeling ample, mostly every time:
I want to love in silence,
Silently in the night
Like Venus twirling around
In and around the universe-
Dancing harmonies towards
The other sparkling entities,
stroking gently, Kindly,
Living to be human:
The artist in me.
~ By Maryum Khalid ~
