my life is turning like autumn
I feel as scattered as the leaves
buried under the roof
when I think of him my
heart burns
and I can’t stop myself from thinking
oh Allah!

what is this pain I can’t lift from within?
so heavy and harsh
I am a different person now
I can’t honor him
I can’t share the love I used to
he has changed but the memories
are like broken
glass on my heart and
I can’t forget.

By Pakiza

Photo by Nancy Waldman