Shadows were never my home, I stand here in light
Where everyone can see me, I hold my pen and write
As the ink dries, my letters become alive
Turning into tentacles, spiraling out of the paper
Being visible to people
As I hold my pen I am fearless to walk across my wounds
For I write more than I speak
I write instead of showing how I feel
I write for loss and sadness
For strength and weakness
For life, love, and beauty
For you
For me
Slowly becoming my own sun
Holding my weapon, my pen,
I let go of everything
For light was always my home
And shadows were always yours
Zaynab Yaseen Ahmed
Research Assistant
Faculty of Nursing, TIU