A Bird Poem by Salma Ahmed

A thought in me is left unspoken,
A secret to my very own soul,
Maybe it's in the cracks hidden between the broken,
Maybe the thought itself is broken from the fall.
My heart's desire is a bird,
Young, free and filled with belief,
With a voice to the world unheard,
Inside my lands it renders relief,
liberating from all the grief.

But although so subtle it takes away
A mighty queen,
As the golden sun with the assuring ray
To keep this heart mellow and green,
A fire's melodious hum in a December,
Or a sailor's longing that from a sea had come,
A moon's warm shadows of amber,
That once found in me their home,
That I found in them a home.

The land of flying,
That in my mind found land,
The hands that are dying,
To feel another hand.
The safety of roses,
On a thirsty skin,
The door that closes,
And keeps the purity in,
To cure the soul that's sickened with sin.

A feeling in the mind,
And a thought in the heart,
A self that is kind,
And a soul drenched in art,
Sanity that comes from madness,
And wisdom that comes from a ghost,
Joy that comes from sadness,
Stability that comes from the most
Radical storm to hit the coast.

The thought that sleeps inside,
And forever it will sleep,
The feeling that will always hide,
In the heart of a wound most deep,
I will live my life in this land to wonder,
How does it make me fight for one more breath?
But I wouldn't be afraid to blunder,
Is this thought death?
Can a thought be death?