on reading Kishwar Naheed

on reading Kishwar Naheed                        February 2, 2016
your letters becoming nouns
are the antiseptic in my oozing wound.
he left me ripped and tattered.
you words, oh, they burn
but they cleanse and mend.

did God write you
to write those letters
so i could find them?
no matter.

may God bless you and keep you
for you have given me
back my unspoken letter.
where did you find it?
for he burnt it
in sacrifice to his pride
and i have mourned
my lost letter.

what joy!
that you wrote it
back to life.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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