I read a note to myself
Reminding myself to remind myself
That I am loved.
I had written it, unstricken
By the storm forgetting
Such a simple thing
Could unleash.
I had written it because
At times, with all the hollows
And all the sorrows-
The hugs that don’t seem to
Even touch you-
You forget that you are loved.
If I had a penny for every word
I heard, that didn’t mean what it said
I could buy a locket, for your heart,
Keeping it safe from all the purports
And all the retorts
That hurt you.
Listen to me,
I feel the sting too
The sting that rings in your head
Telling you that a presence
Is an absence and that
Your life is nonsense.
But listen to me,
When I tell you that your life
Is so precious, too precious
To wear on your sleeve
But too precious to keep
concealed.
Listen to me,
When I tell you how valued you are
How we can stomp on storms
Together-
Channeling the lightning
Into a spark
That can ignite your heart
Illuminate that, that thing you forgot
Oh yes- that you are loved.
//Yasmine Ayman