I was created by Him and in turn will become a vessel for His creation Half of you was born the same time I was Grew up with me Lived a whole life with me Held on long enough To the insides of my womaness to one day look at me And I love you for it I have loved you before it
You will never need to earn this love It is always here never will you have to climb a mountain or reduce your hurt or love of life It’s here for your taking Your needing Your feeding Here for you even to throw away
The love I preserve for you Does not live in my heart Or in my being Cause if it did It will die the same time as I will I will love you even after the fact
No matter the suns position This love follows you closer than your shadow could ever hope to Closer than the love you have for yourself Almost as close as the one your Lord keeps for you It exists always
On days that I do not like you I love you When you hurt me I can’t help it than to Remember I’d rather be hurt by you than If you weren’t able to hurt me at all
I have seen My Mother fall Past sadness itself And find residence atop the brittle canopy of grief Surrounded by an abandoned museum Of bottles, blankets, bedding and expired milk
Finding her on some nights Curled up in a ball of herself After prayer Giving thanks to Allah for the chance at another And the health of her others
And then losing her again at Fajr When the heaviness of her ******* Remind her Return her inside another agonizing re-run
An itinerary of loss Beginning, middle and end all blurred Like someone slowly dragged their *****, unkind hand across a wet painting Whose colors had not yet held firm Whose picture had not yet formed Who itself was not ready to be displayed
I bet she thought of all the care she could not give and wishes so fiercely that she had And the surplus of love That now goes unneeded Feeds no one Like an ocean of salt water Near a people dying of thirst This scares me the most
You are my protection from this sadness And I love you for it I have loved you before it
You too are a vessel that carries, A horcrux For all the love I hold for myself I give to you Even after you are no longer a clean slate Even after you have sinned a thousand times over Both villain and hero
You are my unborn best friend Best decision yet to be made Best part of me that I cannot wait to one day Share this poem with