I sincerely wish... she will fight for her rights!
Your Silence, My Voice
In your silence lie countless screams,
I hear those unspoken pleas of yours.
You ask me to stay away, to forget you entirely,
But how can I erase the dreams we shared together?
You say that fear grips your heart,
I say we'll fight this battle as one.
Why fight alone for your freedom?
Didn't I promise to walk beside you till the end?
Is love such a grave sin?
Is choosing our own path such a crime?
Your God gave you this life to live,
Why surrender it to others' design?
You ask for time, and I give you
Not moments, but a lifetime true.
Just don't ask me to forget you,
For you're like a verse in my book of life,
That feels new every time I read through.
People tell me to be practical,
To accept that if not you, someone else will do.
But how do I make them understand
That you're not a choice I made,
You're a part of my existence so deep,
A story left incomplete I cannot keep.
I hold no grudge against your family,
I only have this humble plea:
Give you time, listen to your voice,
Find their joy in your happiness freely.
You say my hopes are breaking you down,
But how can I leave you alone in this fight?
My silence holds my restlessness,
Your silence holds your helplessness.
The tears that fill your eyes today,
Flow from mine just the same way.
You ask me to forget and move on,
But how can I forget dreams that we dwelt upon?
This world holds endless possibilities,
Why chain ourselves to age-old traditions?
Your Allah and the world I see,
Both speak of truths that set us free.
I wonder at this painful irony:
The women who once lived in chains,
Now become the keepers of the same,
Passing down their silent pain.
What did our elders learn from their youth,
When their voices too were stifled and mute?
Are they now taking revenge, perhaps,
By passing trauma down this twisted route?
I think of your daughters tomorrow,
Will they find their voice to speak?
Or will they inherit this same silence,
When they try to choose their path unique?
Will their rational pleas be heard
Or will they too be told to stay meek?
You'll fight your battle alone, you say,
I'll stay away as you asked, okay.
But remember, I'm here somewhere near,
Ready for your call, should you ever need.
I only ask this much of you:
Don't let your voice fade away.
For hidden in your silence deep,
Lies the story of my heartache's keep.
Hi NewbWanderer,
Your poem was full of heart. As I read it I thought of my younger self. I pictured a person who loves very passionately and deeply. Now I try to give myself the type of unconditional love I gave to others in the past who didn't give it back. You have inspired me to write a love poem to myself.
Hi NewbWanderer,
I think you have a lot of strength! You shared a part of your soul's journey so honestly here. I don't need details I can clearly see that and that takes a lot of strength. I think you have what it takes.
But I unfortunately didn't start trying to love myself when I was strong but at my weakest point. After a lot of pain and negative from others. I felt weak like if I had spent years battling with the wind.
I wrote a list of things I wanted in a person and I realized I didn't have some of the qualities I was expecting from my partner. So I thought if I can't like or love me how can I expect another person to.
After a time of self hatred I decided to start by identifying the things I could tolerate about myself and I would repeat those things daily. At first I felt like I was lying to myself and it felt stupid to do that. After a while I could find things I liked about myself and repeat it daily. Then I started to actually see things I loved about myself but it's been hard to say those things out loud almost like if I don't deserve my own love.
It's gotten easier to love myself and it is not the same as being full of one's self. It's still a work in progress but after giving away my precious beautiful love to people who didn't appreciate it ...it feels pretty good to give my precious beautiful love to me because I do deserve it :)
I don't know how to start writing my love poem to myself though.
Do you have any tips?
@fearlessEast3586
Apologies for the delayed response. I found your thoughts deeply engaging. I once came across a notion that resonated with me: you begin to learn how to love yourself only after experiencing love from others. Perhaps that’s the influence of being social creatures. As long as we exist within society and don’t retreat to solitude in the wilderness, we seem to hold on to some kind of hope. I might be wrong, of course, and I welcome your perspective.
Now, about writing yourself a love poem (though I am no expert) what if you imagined someone faceless but carrying the qualities you hold dear? Let them take the lead, filling in the words and guiding your hand as you craft a poem that brings comfort and warmth to your soul. Allow them to shape the verses at their own pace, without pressure to complete it all at once.
Someday, when their first draft emerges, you will know if it truly speaks to your heart. Does this idea feel meaningful to you?
@NewbWanderer This poem really hits deep. The way it explores love, pain, and the struggle for freedom is incredibly moving. It captures the quiet desperation of holding on to someone who is an essential part of you, even when circumstances try to tear you apart. There's something so poignant about the idea of fighting for someone else's voice when your own is at risk of being silenced. It’s a powerful reminder of the struggles we face in love, family, and society.
@azurePond
Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts and share yours. You’ve summarized everything so well. I can’t help but wonder - am I the one failing to see the bigger picture, or is it others? Maybe it’s me, and if it is, I can accept that. But still, what good comes from dividing us in the name of preserving "purity"? Is humanity not meant to be our true faith, above all else?
Why is it that I can’t see the "future" that others insist is so clear? Correlation doesn’t imply causation, and I agree. But have we tried to explore these ideas separately? I doubt it.
Maybe none of this makes sense, and I’m just rambling. I’m sorry - I’m just trying to make sense of what I feel. Thank you, truly, for taking the time to leave your comment. It means a lot.