Poems from Insideawritersheart
Every wounded
wanderer
became a voice,
too mighty to be
understood
by the ordinary.
-salmabdul
A heart full of joy
upon seeing my own
reflection in the puddle.
I was a child,
when i last lived.
-salmabdul
I wish i could
find refugee
somewhere beyond
all this damage.
Here, I’m tired of
dressing my wounds.
| s a l m a b d u l
And how often
do you swim deep,
Only to realize,
that depth was never
meant for you?
-salmabdul
My little warrior,
you have to fight against all odds
to be a winner.
For this world is too feeble to be a looser.
My little battler,
you...