By: Rhonda Nemri
The sadness that is exuded. The straight face that is expressed.
Expressions of loss and discomfort. Weakness is not portrayed, but is a reaction to the unfortunate past, that must be accepted.
Cringing reality, in which is a glimpse of darkness in search of light and comfort.
The salty waters come rushing down the soft warm apples. Lost in the depths of life. Lost in the thoughts of mind.
Just to touch the flesh of love, is a wanting that won’t be received, but shall be done in deep imaginations.
A smile is seen for a moment, but is lost quickly as the feelings of sorrow is remembered.
The skies of light and clearness as the rays beaming on my skin, deep down in my pores. A remembrance of closeness that brings one at ease.
Strength is within, but sadness as well. The exterior portrays the interior, for true happiness cannot be apparent until true acceptance.
In Loving Memory of My Father: Rest in Peace July 26 1960- June 8 2013
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I love this, it reminds me of what I’m going through currently in my life. This is so beautiful. Allah yerhamu!
Thank you! I’m sorry that you are experiencing something like this.
This is lovely. My father passed away in January. I am so sorry that you have to bear this sorrow as well. They tell me it gets easier. I hope they’re right đŸ™‚
Thank you! It is very difficult, but something that has to be dealt with. I’m sorry for your loss as well.
hi!
can i ask something about feminism in connection to Simone de Beauvoir concept of feminism “The Second Sex”
Hello, yes you may ask. What questions do you have?