The.Soak. Droplets break as the warmth from the water equates on my face. Waiting for my eyes to be dry enough, because she can never cry enough for me to ever picture the pain that she will eventually have to face. Finger wrestling with trims of the towel. I finally come to full grips that I try to wash away the present until it presents me with enough reason to keep my eyes open. In water
~M.Ibrahim
Droplets break as the warmth from the water equates on my face. Waiting for my eyes to be dry enough, because she can never cry enough for me to ever picture the pain that she will eventually have to face. Finger wrestling with trims of the towel. I finally come to full grips that I try to wash away the present until it presents me with enough reason to keep my eyes open. In water
~M.Ibrahim
Tribulations and trials.
cabinet full of files.
Room full of eyes.
I beg for your forgiveness.
~M. Ibrahim
Waking up at night.
Dinner for breakfast. Momentary pause in life
. Cold pizza being consumed. Eyes wide open.
Clothes spread across the floor. TV is on mute. Prayer mat halfway folded
. My Soul is still sleeping. Note to self.
When did I lose me.
~M. Ibrahim
Lowering gaze.
Afraid.
Not afraid to be seen.
But afraid to say.
no.
Afraid of disappointment
Not by them, not by her.
But in me.
Afraid of being called selfish.
Looking down.
Acting senseless.
Reaffirming priority.
lowering gaze.
Ignoring her.
Her child.
Her empty hand.
Her voice.
Afraid to hear the voice.
In my head.
Saying.
You’re selfish.
~M. Ibrahim
