ramadan

 

                                                        this house is scented with sumac and henna...
vermilion isnt an option here...
with an aching stomach, the moon tells my suffering when to cease
while five times a day
i fall to my knees
heavy under the realization that i am so small.
with palms to the sky
i release my dreams,
and beg forgiveness.

there is an inspiration to breath
in the immaculate line of dawn
just as catharsis is carried,
while the moon rises
and the sun falls.

this air is so heavy with tests
and i feel my aural muscles stretch
finally
even that ache is a step back into myself
and into my future
i shall tie stones round my stomach
and grow gaunt for my faith
knowing i am strong...