poetry

its safe and sacred to write , to let our  wounds down, to bleed on paper

… Killing me softly / Dee

the place where i bleed from is the place you placed your hand and said I’m here… I’ll always be

that familiar churning in the stomachthat dip in the heartthat flushed feelingthat morbid presence of misfortune

آج تمہارا خط آیا بہت تکلیف ہوی اتنی کہ سانس آتے آتے رک گیامیں تھم گئمگراس زندگی میں چلنے کی

the child in me wakes to a womanwho mourns her losses tickling her way up from deep inside, the little

… Spaces / Dee

… No One Knows Why the Lone Wolf Cries / Dee

… a qasida to longing (an ode) / Dee

… Of #tags / Dee