My poetry is not necessarily
Remarkably great
I write because it’s an odd pleasant struggle
To unscramble my far-fetched thoughts
Into words
And somehow, allowing complete strangers relate.
I’m often asked, why did you get into poetry?
It’s a really long story, none to do for glory
Simply, when I write a poem
The thrill is the same as finishing a painting
The canvas being the frustrated bottled feelings,
The ink bringing colour to my never-ending musings.
Poetry is a lifestyle
A means of essential clarity
Turning vague inklings of what I fancy or fear I feel
Into words acknowledging the situation as valid and real
When my mind has wars being fought inside it
Writing becomes my personal armor of sanity and mental uplift
Because as soon as I can make sense of the battles raging inside,
Then immediately all conflicts within cease and I’m fine.
Words are power,
Even if no one but yourself ever hears or reads them.
If you can put honest words to your values and truth,
Then no one and nothing can ever make you doubt your worth.
Words have power,
Even if no one but yourself ever hears or reads them.
I now write poetry to describe beauty
But my journey started with slaughtering the ugly
Notions and stereotypes people had, and still have, about me
Now I’ve written enough poetry and claimed my own truth
To no longer let anything get under my skin
Trust me,
Even if no one but yourself ever hears or reads them,
Words do have power alright
So spill out your thoughts, and write.
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And Allah knows Best.
-A.S.
(February 2019)