When I think of the days you shined on me,
how happy I was to be in a small house
happy to run off sometimes
walk to school, see friends
sing a song or dance.
Without you
my happiness is gone
I can’t find my loved ones
I am left in the cold land of storms.
I want back my green land
Where are you, Sun?
Please come back to me
Bring back the mercy and love
That thrives in your warmth.
I am forgotten in the cold and dark,
waiting for the kind face of the sun,
waiting to shake hands with its warm light,
the light that takes away the pain.
Where are you?
I need you Sun. Come soon!
Bring back my family,
my mother’s love, my father’s hands
I tire of waiting for my destiny.
By Shafiqa
Photo by Brad Hutsell
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Very moving poem, Shafiqa. I keep thinking about that green land, your mother’s love, your father’s hands. Your love and yearning are palpable. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.
Stacy
Dear Shafiqa,
Thank you for your poem. Your words brought tears to my eyes. To feel as if you are in a place without sun is such a lonely and cold feeling. I am so hoping that the sun returns to you soon and that you can feel warm and comfort, even if it is just one small ray of sun at a time.
Best wishes,
Mariah
Dear Shafiqa,
Your final stanza pulls this poem together in such a powerful, moving way.
“Bring back my family,
my mother’s love, my father’s hands
I tire of waiting for my destiny.”
The yearning and frustration are so palpable. It’s a beautiful poem.
Claire
I red a pair of your poems. There´re so amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On this one, I like specially this verse: “I need you Sun. Come soon! ” You playing with the world like a goddess . Do you know Baco?
Thanx a lot. XD
Besos.