Ambivert

I read your storms before your skies turned gray, I knew your silence had too much to say. Your voice would tremble, mine would quietly bend, I wore my heart like armor, lover and friend. I stayed through shadows, guessed your hidden pain, Held pieces of you through thunder and rain. Yet when my oceans rose and pulled me apart, You stood like distance, not close to my heart. Tell me, what kind of love clocks out at night? Leaves at midnight and calls that feeling right? How do you whisper “I care” then disappear, When the one who loves you is drowning in fear? I know, I know you care in ways you can, You stayed till two, till three , tried to understand. But love is not counted in rare borrowed hours, It is presence in weakness, not petals and flowers. And maybe, yes, I hid tears in my chest, Pretended my breaking deserved little rest. Maybe I never screamed, “Please, don’t you go,” Expected your heart to simply know. But darling, if I call you mine, even friend, I’d sit through the ni...

There was a time I wore a heavy soul, Where broken thoughts had quietly taken control. I was cruel to myself, yet kind to every face, Smiling for the world while losing my own place. I carried storms behind laughter in my eyes, Turned pain into silence, truth into disguise. I gave joy away while my own heart bled, Fighting endless wars inside my head. But now I’m learning sunlight can remain, That healing still exists after so much pain. I try to choose peace instead of fear, To live in the moment, to stay fully here. Yes, the past still knocks some nights uninvited, And tears still appear when old wounds are ignited. But I no longer sit there breaking apart, I gather my pieces, I soften my heart. And even with no vision of what waits for me, I trust the path Allah wrote that I cannot yet see. With all of my heart, my soul, and my mind, In Him alone, true peace I find. For I believe His plans are gentler than mine, Even the delays will make sense in time. And maybe every hardship I on...