Surface

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

sometimes all that I can show, sometimes all that you can see, 

is just the surface of what I am, without the underneath.

who is this surface one? why does he in plain sight hide?
what must he keep wrapped? what currents swim behind his eyes?

if he could jump outside himself,
if he could leave his skin behind,

if he could change his name, his shape,
if he could care naught for the price,

he'd find a way, some way, any way,
just to fly

to your pain

and cover it all

so that it never existed

and you were whole again 

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oh Allah, if ever love can heal, let it be in this. somehow, ya Rabb, let it fill the chasm and not widen it, let it fill the holes of life and not make more of them. there is a means to guidance in this, permit us to find it and hold on for as long as You give us life to live, Ameen.