Mouthfuls...

 

I see you rummaging through my mouth in hopes of finding love
I guess you fail to notice that my lips are bruised from years of trying to breathe air into our relationship

Where I once had mouthfuls of love, conversation, grievances for you; I now have nothing

What your tongue so impatiently seeks to find was swallowed a long time ago
You will now only find emptiness and silence where once was a mouthful....

Hiba

Blood and Tears

 
Just like you let your menstrual blood flow , why don't you let your tears just go?

We know our menstrual blood is part of our divine feminine power
We accept it with grace and maturity
We don't mourn our lost blood every month
Because we know it must go, it has served its purpose
Once we let go, we can rebuild

Why then do we not treat our tears the same way?
Why don't we offer our tears the same space, the same grace that we offer our menustral blood?

Rather than stopping its flow,  hiding it,denying it
Why don't we just offer it a place to go?

They are both come from deep within us
They are both born from hope,  from life
Both result from life that didn't happen

So, embrace them both
For they are divine reminders that somethings have served their purpose
And we must honor them by letting them go with grace

Hiba

Let It Go...

 It will have to be removed

For it's unhealthy
Surgically removed because it threatens the well being of the whole

We have tried alternatives.
Less invasive measures,more natural options
But it's aggressive,  it is relentless
It doesn't respond to softer measures

In removing it, I also lose a part of myself
That's sadly how disease,relationships, life are
To remove the toxic piece,  you lose a part of yourself

But then again,  is losing a part of yourself better than risking losing your whole self?
We must let it go when it threatens our wellbeing
We must understand that it no longer serves a purpose

With grace, with grief,  with conviction
But we must let it go.....

Hiba