I come to you often, unaware of what to say. Words travel through my mind with such urgency…spilling from my finger tips in search of the solace you provide.
The quite clicking of the keyboard is the only sound I really hear. As I fill the page with my thoughts and emotions, I realize that a small part of me is left behind with each post that I share.
There is an intimacy in writing that keeps me returning to you. My mind speaks, while the stark white page listens. We communicate in a language developed by trust…
I come to you often, when there is an ache inside my soul. How many things have we shared, knowing it will never be read by anyone? Thank you for holding the outpouring of dreams, prayed during the silent moments. Writing allows me time to catch my breath. It forbids me from reacting with an emotion that is quick fleeting, or an action which may be unforgivable.
The typing slows and for now, my thoughts are released. Always know I will come to you...when.
What stays?
7 years ago
5 comments:
Beautiful write...mashallah :)
As'salamu Alaikum sister and thank you.
Inspiring...
Such a beautifully written, evocative piece. Keep writing, sister - and I ask Allah to make your words a source of reward for you!
As'salamu Alaikum
Ameen. Masha Allah Bint Abdelhamid for your thoughtfulness and support. Jazak Allah Khair
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