Even the flowers touch me,
Yet I bruise beneath their grace.
A heart so delicate, so fragile,
Hurt by the gentlest embrace.
The world around seems soft,
But still, it leaves its mark.
I gather pieces of myself,
Lost in the quiet dark.
Only You, my Lord, can heal,
These wounds no eye can see.
In ways unknown to me before,
You make me whole, You set me free.
For every part once shattered,
Is now in Your mercy held.
A heart once broken finds its rest,
In Your care, my pain is quelled.
I trust in You, my Healer,
To mend what life has torn.
In the same way it was never broken,
I’ll rise again, reborn.
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A Convert Muslimah's Journey in Verse
PoetryIn the quiet moments of my life, I found a call I couldn't ignore-a whisper of peace, a guidance toward something greater than myself. I embraced Islam not just as a religion, but as a way of life that touches every corner of my soul. As a convert M...
