Small pieces of paper
falling down from the heavens
each with its own fate written upon it
going in their different directions
when one gets lost in the way
course changed by the wind.
entering into unknown lands
not knowing the dangers it may face
being so new and whole.
After the rain, mud and storms it passes through
the ink on its surface seems a bit washed out
the edges ripped in places
holes punctured through
even a bit crumpled as a whole
but still able to soar through the skies
trying to find its way back
Until one unfortunate day
it lives through a shattering earthquake that leaves it in shreds
barely put back together by tape and glue
it keeps going on its way
but never again
will it be able to fly as high
race as fast
as it could before
Time is not good to a loosely held together page
the thin glue starts to crack
and the tape isn’t as sticky
it knows its fate
soon there will no longer be anything holding its pieces together
and does come the day
that it has scattered on a dusty floor
settling to adapt to its new home
with a view from below
Not long passes however
until the pieces start to rise
and it no longer depends on anything to keep it together
nothing seems to be holding it up
nothing but a force
a force that not only puts the pieces back together
but rearranges them in a better order than before
a page that can never again be torn, ripped or crumpled
an energy stronger than anything before
an invisible shield that surrounds it always
a love that is so pure
a source of support that is so sure
the only dependence that has never failed
the only light that has guided it out of every dark room
a sun that doesn’t hide even in the rainiest of days
but gives light to the words on the page
the destiny that faded by the years
but is now seen clearer than ever before.
1 comment:
Love it! Amazing as always! Sheer talent, Mashallah :)
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