Poetry
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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it
You are not a fleeting thought... nor a feeling easily dismissed... but a profound reality... a closeness that leaves an unforgettable mark... an attachment unlike any passing moment... Not every withdrawal is a sign of strength... Sometimes it's a silent admission of being unable to endure.
The pain of security... when it betrays.
It was a refuge,
Now it's fear.
It was the hand I ran to,
Now it's the reason I run from.
The pain is not just in losing,
But in losing that child who was in my hands and became a knife in my heart,
The one who learned love from my words.
Even the letters were stabbed.
Some wounds do not come from enemies.
A beautiful life is not a perfect life. It’s a life filled with faith, good manners, sincere hearts, and countless reasons to say Alhamdulillah.
