When I was small naive and tender
Toddling in pullups
Those that/who loved me
Jabbed me
In my tiny heart
Surgically stole a sliver of it
To harden
To sharpen
To shiv me with it
Hurt me with my own heart
Slice me for my sensitivity
Carve into me for caring
Fearing and envying me for
Being an open-eyed child,
A triple threat
Smart plus sweet plus spirited
That's too much!
Extracting tears from me was easy.
Manipulation, Chaos, Fears.
My senses submerged in a sinkhole
Decades became dozens of years
I dont know how I struggled ashore
But It --or he-- or ....was already there
White light resplendent
Wings alight
Silently inviting
I stumbled beseechingly behind him
Within a clearing
His full figure flexed
Showing his
Wings upon wings
Within wings!
Not a single feather in sight
he offered a pointed finger for me to see
I tried to to touch, to connect
While still sopping wet.
Two teardrops dripped off,
Left my leaking fingertips
These he froze and squeezed
Crystalized them blue and green
Right there in thin air
As I stared at my shame
He simply gave me salam
As he shimmered into invisiblity
Uuuhh! My angel!
My help! Please dont leave me!
Dont you dare! You cant do this to me!
Leaving me with nothing but 2 tears:
Fear and pain
Blue and green
Tear shaped gems
In thin air
I glared at them there
Drop & drip
They flipped. then feathered
Becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers
Gloriously long, elegantly luscious
Cresting a classy tiara
It settled and nestled neatly along
The Straight Path through the clearing
Oh my God! I get it now!
I don my crown
Fresh tears flowing
As I bow down
Thanking Allah who always surrounds
Me with invisible Angels
Praising Allah the Almighty King
Who heard His simple servant
And saved her from drowning