Polka dots tumbled from your dress
To Settle
Mirror                                 
Constellation Andromeda
                                     Far from home
Your attire
Changed character
Became lost in surroundings
              That didn't ask you to leave  
Gravity changed
Clouds were contained
       Moon was outpaced by the sun

I've ran out of ideas,
my brain has froze,
and my hands cant flow.
This poem i cant finish,
I bit off more than i could chew.

I texted you
When I felt so alone
And so scared
And so ready to disappear
You pulled me in to reality
Or out of my terrible one
And gave a good reason to live

I now knew that one person loved me

You hug me so much
And tell me you love me
And you kiss my cheek
And you run and smile when you see me
And I don't think you know
How wonderful that makes me feel

I knew that someone's experience is better when I'm there

You saw my monsters
And you noticed my face
And you noticed my hand picking at the thing touching my face
You heard my silent scream
And you told me everything was okay

I now knew that my screams could be heard if the right person listened

I cry as I write this,
I love you
I'm grateful
Thank you

today I looked at my mom and saw the little girl beneath, the little girl just like me, trying to make it through life, pretending to be grown.

I am from where deadly and chaotic
vibes arise
I know many would think I just spill lies
But believe me, I'm empty inside
I was a child, which now I’m not
I know what you don’t
What I suffer is all your fault

If I was to speak
My words would have reached the peak
But hey! You know what my silence hides?
Unfulfilled dreams, wounds so deep
A heart, a soul, a faith that shines
A wish to smile, peace I seek
A hope to live in the sacred shrines

My faith shines bright
In the depth of darkest night
As a diamond it glows,
As the red blood it flows

I'm empty inside
In darkness with pain I abide
No help from you
Even if you aren't a few

Help from Allah is near
Till then I won't shed a tear

#Palestine 🇵🇸
By Hiba Mubashir

cold collects
the warmth of breath

and kicks free
the final leaves

winter takes
what winter wants

and we watch
how autumn grieves