single brick of a word
to hold them but
a whisper in void
“too angry”
“too sad”
“too happy”
the noise that are heavier on the chest
descend in the prayer
to find its rest
-Farah, 2023.
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Farah
Hello! I am Farah and I do hope you enjoy all of the writings here! I write for fun sometimes but I do appreciate it if you could spend a time for a reading here. :)
The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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This poem shows how heavy unspoken feelings can be and the desire for peace. It’s really powerful!