Āyat, or The Times that God has Come to Me

Tue, 05/29/2018 - 01:54 -- jihanr

* Subhanallah = Glory be to God.

 

Sixteen ghosts died inside me this year

Subhanallah.

 

A classroom full of men I should have loved

Subhanallah.

 

A mother that left

God’s will and grace that led me to her

Subhanallah.

 

A father that never came

His love I found in mantra

Subhanallah.

 

Eighteen years I have spent angry

A path I walked seven times towards forgiveness

Subhanallah.

 

A pain that I have run from

A pain that I must face

Subhanallah.

 

A language that felt like pulling teeth

Now a language that sings to me

Subhanallah.

 

A black darker than I have ever seen

The gold that has held me together

A sense of peace when I have touched it

Subhanallah.

 

A God that could not love me

A wavering faith I will spend my entire life to keep

Subhanallah.

 

The repentance I have found in God

The repentance I have found within myself

Subhanallah.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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