Unspoken
azizam,
I want to protect you from all the hurt,
and never leave the crevasse of your soul.
But are you going to fight for us?
Did I imagine it all?
Was it in my head?
A delusional mirage.
My heart hurts,
my mind is muddled,
I’m at a loss for words.
You were just here,
we were right there,
where did you go?
I can’t breathe some days,
at the weight,
of all the things I want,
and can not say.
xo,
a
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all