Memories fade in silence
to settle in thoughts dust;
until reason stirs them
in whys diluted with hows.
Reason is a flare gun
fired in a moment of distress.
For a moment hope and justification
join hands until the flare dies
in pain’s relentless waves
and gets lost in time’s endless skies.
Nights pass by days trampling hours
in sadness starved of answers.
That’s when the soul pours
Cares out and goes on.
Pain is a fire that melts
spirits or forges iron hearts.
Together with time they etch destinies
or chip cares away from minds.
Whys and hows are pain’s twigs
kindling its flame to meet time’s hammers.
Souls are ores molded in pain’s
fires shaped by time’s hammers.
Some call this process karma
Others call it life’s cycle.
I call it the whys and hows
of coping and moving on.
Author’s Notes: Al anam Fara isol ayyam meaning Days Prey on Men.
