One day I stopped
To ask myself a question
A question, for which
I desperately needed an answer
I asked
How does one bandage an emotional wound?
The sort of wound that can’t be seen
By the human eye
A wound that feels
As though
Someone pierced an arrow through
The heart
A pain that
No one else can see
There’s no cut
No scar
No even a graze in sight
No blood
No evidence that it exists
But its there
And so I asked myself
How does one bandage an emotional wound?
It’s a pain
That affects the most sensitive part
Of the human creation
The most delicate organ
Which if is sound
The whole body is sound
Imagine dropping a glass
And watching it shatter into
Tiny, small pieces
That glass
Is our broken heart
So how does one bandage an emotional wound?
It is through
Regaining
our self-worth
Reclaiming
our identity
Dressing
our wounds
with sincere Duaas
Finding peace
In His remembrance
Swimming to the surface
When we’re about to
drown
And holding on
Amidst the rocky waves
Emotional wounds are sometimes
Our deepest wounds
But the greater the gash
The greater the fill
With the love of Allah
Whose love heals
Mends
And rebuilds
Our fragile, broken hearts
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