strangerpaths

Fate

She couldn’t remember
A choice
A long forgotten voice
A sound from deep within
A place to begin
Was it fate?
Was it a decision?
She couldn’t remember the beginning
That led her here
…
Do you remember your purpose?

Flower

If death comes for me

Would you blame me if I go along?

As she promises rest, on days so long

As she reaches out a helping hand

A loving smile

A cold embrace

For a while

Giving me pretty flower

Showing me a new way

If she comes for me

Would you blame me

If I don’t stay?

Before

He missed
Who she used to be
When sleep came easily
When the world had much less demand
When he was her only man
Before the son
They created together
Before she endured
The harshest weather
Before her body changed forever

She said
Yes
I miss her too

But my joy outweighs
The struggles I went through
And I love me more
Knowing the miracles I can do

Eve

She let love grow in her garden
Uninterrupted
She let the sun bathe the earth
As she gifted
Seeds as an ancient as time
Her story became a rhyme
No one could forget
Eve
Your apples bled
Life into us

Bittersweet

The sun decides to set
The birds stop the chirping
The town grows quiet
And the chimeys start singing
A bittersweet song
For a day that is ending
Here we lay in a warm bed
Our love story just beginning

Redolent

I close my eyes

And fool my senses

And take barbed wires

For picket fences

Redolent of the ostrich

That did not want to see

Her world as it appeared to be

Imagination growing

Knowing

I’m ALMOST free

Lissome

She wished to be
A lissome tree
A home

For leaves
For flowers
To grow on

Her wish was made true
Now she sits under the sun
Taking in its beautiful rays
Finally becoming one
With this universe

Merge

I think I saw you
As you fell
As the world crept closer
As your wings failed to hold you any longer
I knew my arms were too weak
My mouth couldn’t speak
My mind merged with yours
And we soared
That was the last day
An angel ever fell
The devil and the angel
Merged

Dappled

I still see it
Through my brain’s eye
The dappled floors
As I skipped the halls
Sunshine covering me
Heat much too dry
School in the desert
Memories passing by
I

Let

Them

All

Picturesque

A vague memory

A picturesque scene

As the world was ending

I dared to dream

Of the life I have now

Of what seemed so out of reach

The image solidified

As I laid on this beach

…….

If you know my story, you know that I was born in Iraq and escaped the war around 2008. I feel so blessed by the small things and the big things in my life right now. Grateful for it all.

Here’s some AI art of my creation inspired by this poem. Going from war to calm.