Midnight

It is deep in the night,

And it is way too deep when people think,

That your ways are wild and your

Words are sour,

That they are bewildered by your thoughts,

 That it is way too deviant,and too distanced.

But I tell them it is not my ways,

 It is my definition of life,

It’s my burning perception

And my position as woman

It is how I deeply define what is oblivious to you.

It is midnight and I have come

Way too far,way too deep in my thoughts.

My soul feels illuminated and enlightened too,

Appreciating the much I have learned,

And the much am yet to learn.

It is midnight again,

And the sweet scent serenity

Saturates in my vicinity.

Still I reminisce,

On something more salient in my soul.

By Habiba Ali,

A young poet living

On trails of Rumi and

Maya Angelou