Sharlene – A Friend in Need

 

Facing a life
Full of dark, forboding clouds
Living in a vacuum
Whispers heard so loud
Looking at the sunrise
She only sees the rain
Crying in the sunshine
Laughing in her pain
Afraid to be alone
Loving company
Can’t face her own life
Will never be free
Not knowing where to turn
Looking for a crutch
Needing taking care of
Not caring very much
Wake up on some morning
Find your hidden cause
Stand up on your own
You’re no longer lost.

In The Quran

The Most Selfish One-Letter Word”I”

Avoid It

(Surah Al Kahf 18:34)

 

The Most Satisfying Two-Letter Word

“WE”

Use It

Surah Al An’am 6:71-72

 

The Most Poisonous Three-Letter Word

“EGO”

Kill It

Surah Al Qasas 28:78

 

The Most Used Four-Letter Word

“LOVE”

Value It

(Surah Al Rum 30:21)

 

The Most Pleasing Five Letter Word

“SMILE”

Keep It

(Surah Al Najm 53:43)

 

The Fastest Spreading Six-Letter Word

“RUMOUR”

Ignore It

(Surah Al Hujurat 49:12)

 

The Hardest Working Seven Letter Word

“SUCCESS”

Achieve It

(Surah Al Nur 24:37-38)
 

The Most Enviable Eight-Letter Word

“JEALOUSY”

Distance It

(Surah Yusuf 12:8-9)
 

The Most Powerful Nine-Letter Word

“KNOWLEDGE”

Acquire It

(of Allah & the Holy Qu’ran) Surah Ya Sin 36:2 Surah Yusuf 12:2

 

The Most Essential Ten-Letter Word

“CONFIDENCE”

Trust It
(Trust in Allah’s Guidance)

 Surah Al Tawbah 9:51
Surah Yunus 10: 9

 
Surah Al Tawbah 9:51

 

The Forgotten Child

The Forgotten Child

 

Nobody knows how it feels to be me,
Half the time they don’t want to see,
I’m  always left alone to sit here and moan,
What good am I once I am grown?
Nobody cares what happens to me,
Sometimes I feel like I could just jump in the sea.
It wouldn’t matter since it is only me,
No one  would even notice where I would be.
SO all I want is a friend who can see,
How it really feels just to be me.

I stopped writing

I stopped writing

I used to picture a little island that would
whisk me away for days.
I should have never stopped writing.
It is what gives me the strength to move on.
I put it aside and carried on.
I used to be scared that someone would find
what I wrote and read it.
So after a while of having a precious
writing I’d rip it up.
I was embarrassed about some of the ways
that I felt, Ashamed.
My paranoid feelings made me put down
My Pen and Pad.
So I stored my emotions in the back of
my head.
Rigorously they built up in my brain
until it was to late to realize.
I held in so much pain.
Only to have my conscience haunt me and
by not writing, delete me.