I’m holding on too strong. I’m holding on to summer and to fall, To the fathomless nuance of black eyes, To whom mended and to whom stomped, Whom uttered warmth and sank me into feeling, Whom elevated my worth and helped me through healing. A scent that touches the soul, a sorrow that is sure, a full-spread anger that aids him, or is him. The resting of an arm so softly around my neck, no other bliss can match up, I’ll sink in it as an anchor in the sea. Colors I fell in love with paled in comparison, And those astounding grays made me see, The exquisite realization of inerrant happiness. I stepped into autumn sure that I had learned, Only to fall back to my blessed earth and burn.
Reem Alshareef is an artist and writer from Jeddah. She’s discovering herself through drawn and written self-portraits. Follow her on Instagram for more of her work.
