
Is this the beginning when I fall to my knees
Tears drop from my eyes in slow motion
Arriving on the floor akin to thunderous echoes
Inquiring of myself in between each lament
Is this the beginning my eyes gaze at broken pieces
My heart, tender its kindness, affectionate its care
Fngers work each piece, in its sluggish attempt
To breathe again, from you, from which I’ve been
Is this the beginning, when time is supposed to heal
Time is no healer, it deviates slowly, deafening
In blinks of sorrows, I resign to push through
Memories of words shared, laughs had, hearts joined
Is this the beginning of night hours contemplating
Day hour requirements, their load on me, heavy
Sunshine pleads with me from outside my window
To raise my eyes in anticipation of another day
Is this the beginning, seeing you in my imagination
Envisaging your smile, evoking your senses, picturing only
The contour of your stride now part of my reminiscing
Visualising our first meeting now my muse to ponder
Is this the beginning I remember to tell myself
I shouldn’t have permitted the days to be spent, by us
In my eagerness to help I gave you a part of me
My part now with you fragmented from me, only
Is this the beginning of the journey to our end
Footprinting a future without you
The impact of me, imprinted on you
The imprint of you, impacted on me
Salwa Samra © 2015
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About the Creator
Salwa Samra
Salwa Samra is a New Zealand-born, Australian Lebanese author, poet, cultural critic & investigative researcher, anchored in a Christian biblical worldview, shaped by a profound reverence for poetry, history, philosophy and relevance.



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