The Momma Clan

Craving peace in every single thing, 

I’ve gone through every single string

Of life and strife; 

To let the wings of anguish fly high, 

Enduring the embers dwelling up into the sky.

Keeping myself busy all the time, 

My broken self yearns for a glime 

Of heal and feel; 

To carry a string of strength, 

Through the clouds of onerous length.

Breaking down to the edge, 

I often find myself disconnected by the hedge, 

Of ignorance and tolerance; 

Wondering all the peace which I deserve, Have I kept as a reserve?

-Asiya Rahim