J- Journey

The sandy hills on the path,
did little to deter her journey.

She strode with the will of an Arab
swordsman as the winds blew wildly.

A veil on her face to obscure the marks,
the desert would leave on them.

Through slit openings, she gazed down the path
never doubting if it was worth it.

Wear on her soles, tear on her cloth,
my girl kept on stamping.

Defying the laws of the red evening rays,
she prayed to be protected from them-

The jinn who arose at the set of the sun,
even they little weakened her motive.

And centuries passed, while Bedouins wondered
About the traveler who refused shelter.

Neither water nor food, nor change of shoes-
Always, she declined an offer.

The end of her journey, unknown to them
Nonetheless, they prayed for her.

Any soul braving their harsh barren land
Was one, in need of prayers.

Now tales are told, of a lone traveller-
Who journeyed amidst harsh weather.

The Heart-

If your heart has gone through any of these, then it definitely deserves a round of applause or a high Five. I don’t think there’s any other organ In the body strong enough to be broken so many times and yet still work. It’s like I said in my poem, the heart is the bravest thing.

The Heart Is The Bravest Thing-

The heart is the bravest thing-
It goes through the greatest tests;
Breaks into pieces.
Fits right back;
Maybe not perfectly,
But enough to still beat.

Time after time-
We try to stop it with pills.
But this heart it keeps on beating;
It never gives up on we,
Even when we do it-
Isn’t that the bravest thing.