Everything
Inside me
Is fighting a
War
For my
Soul, mind, and body
There are so many battles
I can't keep track
Anymore
I just try my best
To shut out the sound
Of bullets and
Clashing swords

It's so strange
Knowing exactly what I'm looking for
Knowing where to find it
My satisfaction
My redemption,

But some part of me...
It wants to find out for itself
Not just follow others
Even though I am convinced
That I really do know the truth

It wants to go searching
Chasing highs
Just for a little while
Until it is certain
There is nothing better out there

I know it's lying to me
I know the solution
But it is so tempting to
Chase
I listen

in the world of black and white,
you are my screaming red colour.....
-memoona kazmi

there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.