Beside Me, Eternally….
Jeanette ponders a wandering,
“Why is the measure of love loss?”
Is it not upon The Cross?
Is it True, Permanent Loss?
Will we meet again
in God’s Heaven
on day number Seven
with our Brethren?
Until Unreality becomes Real
I’ll fathom fully Your absence.
To Your Ghost I’ll remain true
Bonded by Eternal Glue.
I’ve never known a Home.
At times I’ve felt
completely alone
my flesh, Two bones.
My father left me
to survive.
Abba Abandoned Me
to die Alive this time.
In Arabic, Ayesha means Life--I am Woman--of Poetry, Poetic Prose, Photography, and the Creation of All of My Dreams, all of which end in Artistry. I have often been referred to as Enigmatic and Magnetic, but also Selfless ("to a fault"). Some call me an "m-path" because I am highly compassionate. I sincerely hope that you enjoy all that I have to offer. Thank you for taking the time to Read Me. I am Proud. I am Ayesha. With Love, Ayesha R. Gill عايشة رامازاً جل View more posts
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