Surrender
Are you uncomfortable?
Good.
Are you putting up your walls?
Don’t.
Are you scared?
Azizam, you don’t have to be,
it’s time to trust.
Trust me
Trust you
Trust us
Trust this
Are you somewhere in between,
dancing in the grey,
unsure what all your feelings mean?
Beautiful.
Don’t run away from me,
Come closer.
I don’t bite,
Unless you want me to.
You have a choice to pick the familiar,
the certain, bet on what you know.
Or
Surrender to the opportunity to discover
the unknown.
It’s all a mirror
It’s all a lesson
It’s all an opportunity
To bloom
There is a reason it’s not so clear.
This isn’t a box to check or a thing to do.
It’s a slow dance,
with the parts of you that you’ve hidden.
The parts of you ready to glow.
So you can fill all your space with noise,
making sure you have no room to feel what is happening in your cells
Or
You can surrender
To me
To you
To us
To this
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