Open wounds

/ Sameera

of roses and hues of the evening sky

It’s been months since I have broken down,
over the bathroom floor,
flushing the world
while washing sins out of my hair,
– a daily ritual of an incomplete flower.

among those who see me
like I am an idol
who can be worshipped
for I have the light,
(unfiltered)
among those who know me
when I speak
like an orator
giving a sermon
no one gets
but everyone can appreciate,
are people who look down
trampling me under their feet
and when I take a deep breath,
I shake their foundations.

even when I am here,
not breaking down
a part of me breaks and forms the earth,
when I look at the sky,
it’s forming clots
there’s a wound open.
amid the petals of these flowers
I find an ailment.

It’s been months since I have broken down
a complexity of my systems
and let go of the burdens
but when the sun sets down
and constellations begin to appear,
I think of the flowers
and the sky
(and you but I won’t accept)

and I say to my untethered soul
if the rose is red,
and the sky purple
is the rose bleeding
or is the sky wounded?

©Sameera Mansuri 2020.

(The post first appeared on The Poetic Elixir)

13 thoughts on “Open wounds”

  2. Sister, I can not tell you how I loved this. May Allah bless you.
    My words cannot do justice to your poem, and even the picture is so beautiful. How you created it ?
    Jazak Allah khair Sister.

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