Empty Spaces

I began a complex puzzle the day that I was born,
The macro image unraveling as the years went on.
Personal triumphs and successes revealing segments of the whole,
While challenges and obstacles waged a war on my soul.
Fragments emerged over time that ultimately did not fit,
Yet my heart clung to the possibility, the menacing “what if”.
Empty spaces cannot be filled with things that are innately hollow,
We must take a breath, soldier on, and bear the pain of letting go.
Like a nomad in the desert searching for an oasis,
I too sought refuge in unfamiliar places.
Pieces of my identity scattered across time and space,
A journey towards self-discovery that can never be replaced.
Life is an unpredictable sequence of highs and lows,
Our reaction to these phases determines how it goes.
Carry on I must, until my puzzle becomes clear,
Completed by those final pieces, I continue to hold dear.

Heaven

I ascend above the highest clouds into heaven;

Where faith is a soaring eagle and ignorance is its descension;

Where life is everlasting and comforts are endless;

Where the state of our souls reflects our physical presence;

Where the content of character is the only essential credential;

Where love is perfectly paired like two turtle doves;

Unbound to the restrictions of finite mortal love;

No time or space, no kings or slaves,

Only eternal peace for all those He forgave.

But then I awake, blood still surging through my veins;

Sleeps beautiful ecstasy no longer in range;

The struggle continues, though my soul remains restless;

To return to this paradise on God’s personal guest list.

words on pages

I scribble words on pages.
Not like my mothers painting history with their tongues,
Lips smoldering like embers, spitting fire as they speak.
Listing lineage from memory up to the Prophet’s pulse,
Dictating tribal tales while stirring a melting pot.
Female phenoms drumming beats to release Somali hips,
From the ecstasy and pain of maternal bliss.
Learning legacies from ladies,
As they sing to their babies.
Entertaining the masses with beauty and grace,
Discrete masters of households, humble wives to save face.

I scribble words on pages,
For on the page is where my strength lies,
Unrestricted and uncensored like my mother’s eyes.
Telling tales of truth like my ancestors of old,
Ink dripping with urgency for our story to be told.

Daydreaming

lights flicker in the distance intriguing the eyes,
illuminating the mind with wondrous thoughts.
fingers outline the ephemeral glow,
yearning to define the distant unknown.
soles tread the feeble ground inching toward oblivion,
sweaty palms indicative of an unwise decision.
hearts reject what is for what could be,
for dreaming in the daytime is ultimate ecstasy.

Duality in Humanity

Eyes sting from ash filled particles infiltrating our oxygen,
Shrill cries echo from infants longing to be home again,
Chaotic scenes from fictitious films converging with reality,
We live in a changed world with a duality in humanity.

Us and them,
Here and there,
Familiar and foreign,
Native and immigrant.

Divisions descend like days of old,
When laden ships emerged and slaves were sold,
When camps constricted faith with brutal persecution,
When walls fractured families for political conclusions.

Will we not learn from the lessons of time?
Will we allow our children to die?
Will we let our hearts wither until nothing remains?
Or will they beat strong, catalyzing hope in our veins?

Metamorphosis

I struggle to be present.
To give all of me in every moment, completely exposed,
Bottled up emotions ready to implode,
Censored speech and actions, concerned with repercussions,
Lost in my life, a drop in an ocean.

Not sure who I am, and what is it that I love,
Often forgetting my soul, and my Lord up above,
Yearning to break free from the shackles of fear,
Always myself, not just with those I hold dear.

Like a child in a womb, embraced by its mother,
I long to find the me inside myself,
To live each moment as though it was my last,
To pray for my future, and learn from my past.

So I struggle.
Fighting the resistance controlling my head,
Searching for me amongst the chaos instead,
Finding solace in God, the One who knows me best,
To be present. That is my test.

Fleeting

Staring at the horizon where the waves touch the sky,
Where the infinite feels intimate as the sails drift on by.
In the silence ring the echoes of feelings finally fading,
Realizing that life is change, not stationary contemplating.
Locked eyes now able to observe the periphery,
Affixing the fleeting focus in the scheme of things.
Enthralled by the grandeur of the existence now made clear,
While wishfully waiting for a new centerpiece to appear.

Haze

A melancholy blue and gray mist of confusion,
Venturing each day to escape the illusion,
The symmetry and imagery of this world, a delusion,
A means to an end, not at all the conclusion,
Wander your psyche alone, in seclusion,
Unfolding, untangling, unraveling the solution,
The blue and gray clouds parting, escaping retribution,
Revealing the light, exposing internal evolution.

Rebirth

Rivers flow from sunken earth,
Cascading downstream to find their worth.
Flowing toward barren lands, lacking adequate care,
With close observation finding a sapling struggling there.
Soil nourish the bounty that was created within you,
Soak in the sun’s rays, and the replenishing morning dew.
No need to alter the contents inside,
For within you glory and life reside.

Half of a Whole

You make my day a little brighter, my spirit a little stronger,
my burden a little lighter.
Your words penetrate like an arrow never missing its target,
perfection.
Your eyes pierce through my brick fortified facade,
reaching the core, past the external mirage.
You are the subject of my dreams, and the hope for my reality.
My heart longs for your heart to feel complete again,
Though my brain is aware that you don’t feel the same.
But hope clings to my soul like roots in a storm,
Never breaking free from the thought of love foregone.
Two opposing pawns on a chessboard, unable to collide,
One hoping for the other to close the divide.
With each sunrise, I awake to thoughts of you,
And pray that one day you’ll feel them too.
But life goes on in the wake of despair,
We must pick up our armor and learn to prepare.
Ready ourselves for the breaking of the dawn,
Bringing new life and new dreams for this pawn.
I will keep you in my heart and pray that you are blessed,
But will live my life until my last breath.