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This poem originally appeared on Sumayyah Said So.
the weaving of her life unravels
strand by strand
while she
struggles
to hold it together
just yesterday
she said she never felt better
in her lifetime
now today
she’s losing her lifeline
disturbing images from her dreams
haunt her waking moments
making her reality seem
obscene
all the chants and beads
prayers and rosaries
circles of protection
fail to hide detection
she’s hunted by
things unseen
no time to dawdle
no time to breathe
no time to collect the thoughts
that were scattered like marbles
rolling every which way
but back towards her
unable to reverse the flow
her feet sink in the muddied path
leaving her
forever in motion
and going nowhere fast
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Wow...this is gorgeous and nightmarish at the same time. Like dreams where you're running from something but all of a sudden you find yourself running in slow motion, unable to move like you usually do. And whatever-it-is is catching up... Beautiful. I'm grateful to @sunravelme's poetry curation, through which I found this post. Will definitely be following you. All the best :)
Thank you!
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Beautiful. It looks like a song to old age. I'm wrong?
If you like. Not necessarily old age in and of itself, but perhaps also illness and/or just death in general. Thanks for reading. <3