by Aziz Tash
When God slammed shut the last of wounds,
which you forgot to close
when you were leaving, He said:
Knock, and I’ll open.
I knocked and knocked, clenching a knife in my fist.
The doors swung open one after another,
but behind each one I found only myself,
with a knife stuck in my back.
December 6, 2007 at 9:42 pm
I can tell your angry…did you think it was about you?…If you want to be provocative…usually swearing or sex talk works…for a poor excuse…
Try to understand posterities doors which have arisen for definition…your experience is valid in contemporary society…don’t be so hurt…resentments breed long time lonely silence in the world…through a boomerang’ and it might come back to boot you in the behind…try to channel your anger and quite laying blame…don’t hate yourself …too much…perfectly…
December 7, 2007 at 5:00 pm
Assalaaamualaikum
Nice!
I thought this was part of it?
“Don’t put a finger on the sore
For in the meanwhile
If it heals
You’ll have to open it again.”
December 8, 2007 at 10:25 pm
You Know Me- Wasalaam Alaikum
I dont know it sounds like it could be part of it. The one I got only contained the above lines though.