The Name

Did you know that my name in Arabic means early morning breeze?
I was told this many a time whilst feeling free
The sun on my skin, the cotton clinging to my skin
Men would watch me and say you are my kin
No one knows now what I feel inside
Most days I sit and swallow my pride
To think of that day I terminated my child
That dreaded day my boyfriend forced my hand
The one person that was my land
My solace, my pride and my life
I really wanted to be his wife
Those days are long gone
Reflection makes me feel blue
Even though time past by I am still stuck in the room
Where I made that decision and suffered all night
Those darkest moments I endured while he lived and enjoyed his life
My beautiful man, how do you do?
Years later he chose two beautiful girl souls as the ones he saved and the ones he knows as true
One was sublime and the other named princess
I remember when you called me princess
Those special moments
Alas, all I can feel is the yearning to be a kin to someone
Did I tell ever you that my name means early morning breeze?
But still.....it never makes me feel at ease.




Poetry by *Ness*
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Written on 2021-01-28 at 19:57

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