Female Fragments of The Ordinary

By Gazala Ahmed

In the soft morning light,  

she brews her dreams in a chipped mug,  

each sip a quiet rebellion,  

a moment of magic found  

in the ritual of routine.

She folds laundry with the grace  

of a dancer, each garment a story,  

the shirts of past lovers,  

the dresses of long-lost ambitions,  

pressed and tucked away  

like whispers in the dark.

In the mirror, she traces her scars,  

not as wounds, but as maps,  

leading to the places she has been,  

the moments she survived,  

the truths she has unearthed  

beneath layers of expectation.

Her laughter rings through the kitchen,  

a melody mingling with the scent of spices,  

she cooks with love,  

stirring in resilience,  

a recipe crafted from fragments  

of joy and sorrow intertwined.

In the stillness of night,  

she writes letters to herself,  

ink bleeding secrets onto pages,  

reminders of her worth,  

of the light that flickers within,  

a flame against the mundane.

She is the heartbeat of the ordinary,  

the quiet storm in the chaos,  

and in her small, beautiful acts,  

she reclaims the world,  

one fragment at a time,  

reminding us that even in the everyday,  

there is power,  

there is poetry,  

there is her.

By Gazala Ahmed