Dark skies are sometimes inviting:
Tulips were supposed to grow
Where war took over:
Only one of us worrying about
The absolute meaning and truth
About love.
Things fall apart
And gather back in place
All the time.
Barried below chaos
Are the intricacies
Of the autrosities done to us
That allow the universe
To align.
The cosmos do not forget
The minute instances
Of paramount abuses
That pushed you far down,
To the point of surrender.
I am confident
Among the black holes and
Lightning storms,
Your soul suffered enough
To still want to survive:
Dark skies are sometimes inviting.
~By Maryum Khalid~
-Photo by me-
