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May 25
into that haunted house
i'm mentally taking a tour
opening each peculiar memories
got me thinking 'what an adventure'

stepping the floor in my heels
ignoring the witches' endless screams
i want to be there again
where my little one's been hiding
to hug her
and whisper

"you're going to be okay"
when i write this, and imagining the worst case scenario, i think i'm going to be fine. and that's a transcendental moment when i overpower my trauma.

but maybe it's not because i'm strong. maybe it's because Allah has gave me privileges in my time, intellects, mental, financial, and physical strength.

and because of that privileges, we, adults, are obligated to take care of children and elders. and therefore, abusing those who are weak would be a grave sin.
Nala Alfira
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Nala Alfira  F/Indonesia
(F/Indonesia)   
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