[this a poem featured in my collection, Lost and Found.]


the lines drawn across my arms remind me of a map leading to something or somewhere i don’t quite yet know or understand
“it’s a sin” you say disgust
coating your words, a sin condemning me to eternal damnation a wickedness residing in the world ruled by hades and rising in the pit of my stomach
a flurry of beating wings
forever is a lingering thought
pressing in the forefront of my mind there’s time to continue the journey drawn on my arms, finish the masterpiece see where it leads, an endless and aching
sadness scattering the burning embers in the canyon of my chest
the thought is always there but i can never quite complete the act
i consider the train tracks, the knife, the scarf but it all seems far too permanent
in the mornings without sun, a quest
i am not brave enough to take
not without a push, a shove, a helping hand but the stars paint my body blue, blurred with my shadow and hades comes to me one night
with a wide grin, teeth gleaming like moonlight diamonds for eyes,
offering a goblet of blood and sun,
toasting to eternal damnation
and wickedness everlasting
“you can’t stop now, the story’s not over yet.”

Posted by:Sumaiya Ahmed

Sumaiya Ahmed is a student, poet and freelance features journalist, aiming to break down the boundaries of cultural stigma and shame attached to mental health and sexuality within the South Asian culture, and bringing marginalised topics to light. She is the Founder and Editor-In-Chief of Poised.

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