Hands to save me
I opened my mail box today
A poem was waiting for me
Waiting to be read
Wanting to be heard
After I read it so deeply
I turned the page within me
Seeking words to present who I am
Wanting to write so many poems
But my head can't put thoughts right
Words are blurred in my mind
The space is so vast inside
An empty page
So blank without words
Raw without ink touches
That is I at this point of time
I can not be snatched out of emptiness
For those hands to save me
In this abyss heart
Can only be by my own
Nasra Al Adawi
Many times we wait for someone else to save us. Yet we fail to see that the remedy is there within ourselves
posted by iamnasra at 5:34 AM
10 Comments:
I am excited reading your words.
They are alive and vibrant.
wonderfull verse! Such soft kind words, thank you for sharing them!
selam
Yes, I agree with Vintage - pretty good for "writer's block!"
yeah I was thinking of writer's block too.. am coming out of one.. :)
Hello iamnasra,
I like your poem very much.
Yet it is the hand of God also when there is the hand of a neighbour.
Yesterday I attended a course where we spoke about the love of God.
I still have to learn a lot of that and to be prepared to love others.
- Thanks for visiting my blog.
Take care and be protected
Yours,
Heidi
Vintage
Well I was just reaching that line..Then my thought took me far from it
Ufukhati
Thank you for visiting my blog...
Hey Kevin Im honoured that you here and Im glad to have the chance to share my poem
Darius
Its nice to see you here ..I think being there its being in a refresher course to work out yoyr system again
Pallavi Its been awhile..Im glad you took the time to visit me
Idi
I dont get as much time as I had before but its good to know that even though you are not writing others are continuing
Ah but you have said just that, who you are, and the page is not at all blank
When I was at my worst these last two months, my daughter would come to the hospital and read a message from you. I thank you Nasra from the bottom of my heart. You see, I have been real ill and it took its toll on not only my body, but my spirit as well. Indeed, I had to go inside myself for healing, because the doctors couldn't do it by themselves. You are a dear friend and I am blessed to know you. Much love, peace and blessing - Amias
So true.
Hi Nasra, I haven't visited for a while. Great to see you've written quite a few new poems. Loved this one, it's exactly how I feel sometimes -- want to write, but just can't get the words out right.
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