A strange month is February, of winds and rains
Of colds and hurts, aches and pains.
The old wounds revisiting the new you
You thought it was over, Don’t you?
What’s different this time though
Are deep secrets for you to know,
They aren’t only for disclosure,
They are present for a closure.
All this while, laced with guilt and pain,
You’re reaching out to them, was in vain.
All what was ever returned
was more hurt, guilt and shame.
Guilt of hurting them
Guilt of causing them pain.
A persistent behaviour
unjustified and disdain.
But this time it was different.
For the first time,
You didn’t hear a hurt person,
You didn’t see a hurt person,
the veil was lifted
in the darkness of night.
In the shade of light,
You saw a narcissist
dwelling in their
You weren’t reaching
for helping them out
You weren’t trying to fix them
You were reaching out to the connection,
to the source of your wound.
Wound that hurts
Wound that bleeds.
Wound that they caused in you
And made you believe otherwise.
Your mind only recognizes
connection and its source,
feels safe in the familiarity of it
however troubling that might be.
Release that guilt
Release that pain
Break that chain
that binds you
to your source of wound.
Healing is really to see the light at the end of the tunnel, when the events just remain events and memories without having any negative emotion or control over you.
When you break free from the prison of your own mind, of your own negative voices, of the intangible clutches of people who control you, manipulate you or hurt you through their words or actions.
Time to take your power back.
May Allah the Sha’afi heal the wounds of the heart and the soul and illuminate their darkness with His divine light. Ameen