the petals are descending
from the tree above
a pink or white tree
letting go of its pink petals
it looks like snow falling
during spring
the beauty of winter
and spring intertwined
sweet memories
bitter ones
bittersweet ones
and indigestible ones
at a time, it was the present
and every detail mattered
every second brought awareness with it
but now it's a faint, distant memory
associated with an emotion
when we remember it
we frown, smile, or cry
but we're stronger than we were then
so we pick ourselves up
forgive
cherish
and accept
the elaborate past that led us here
to where we are right now
and made us who we are right now
and taught us with experiences
so we grew wiser and calmer
the feelings we felt back then
was with the knowledge we had then
so now when we look back on it
we chuckle at how simple the solution was
we learn how relieving it is to forgive
and we let go of the baggages of hate
that the inexperienced version of us
had been collecting
instead
we collect the falling petals
look at the beauty of the rose
over the thorns
and cherish each petal
even if they're torn or worn out
we cherish them
we forgive the thorns
we accept the petals
and carry them around
and they brighten the mood
and are so fragrant every day
we can't help but smile
I ask Allah (سبحانه وتعالى) to guide us
so we recognize the beauty of the roses,
and collect the petals and cherish them,
and accept our past and grow into
beautiful, and well-mannered,
blossoming people
Ameen 💖
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A Cup of Contentment
PoetryPoems are an eloquent way of expressing emotions and conveying messages. Each line and verse has a story to tell. Every piece of writing is an insight into the author's mind and experiences. Of all the many things I could have been writing, I chose...
