The Family Heirloom
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...
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Enfoldment
Winter enfolds my many faces soothes scars left by scorching words darkness a refuge. But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight shed...
Identity Questioned
Who I am is not determinedby a place on a mapbut a history documentedto create my own story. Note: The poem was inspired by Sanaa Rizvi at Prompt Nights, “That ...