Lucky
I’m lucky to have been loved by you
I say staring at the sky
because where else would you be
When grief looks like gratitude
I’m lucky to have experienced a love like ours
in a world full of uncertainty
When grief looks like gratitude
I keep our gifts close to my heart
close as a reminder to my soul
that love like this exists
When grief looks like the deepest gratitude to have known a love like that
Because I was the lucky one
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
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