It'll Be Alright...

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin

Wish I could go back a little number in years,

Talk to myself and say, "Relax, my dear."

It'll be alright when you grow a little more seven years,

Happiness awaits when you travel without tears;

Loneliness comes when all you hold are fears.

I'm alone, no one is here,

What is this world where I live with stress so near?

Nothing to open, let alone close

A doorless life, where silence grows.

Someone knocks upon my door

Where do I go?

Hide in the kitchen,

Or pretend I don't know?

Perhaps you don't understand

What it feels like to be left, unbelieved . 

I'll tell you a story of myself, So please - open your door I've long been knocking. 

Put to rest the fears and stress you're stocking, 

For I've travelled to meet you, my dear lad, 

All the way back seven years in thought I've had.

Take my hand, take my hope, my dear, 

Open your eyes the light is here. Stand on your feet, wipe your tears, 

Even in dreams, I'll sweep your fears.

My dear me, take my hands, 

Walk without fear, 

for beside you I stand. 

So wipe your tears.

Wish I could go back a little number in years, 

Talk to myself and say, "Relax, and cheer

 It'll be alright when you grow a little more - seven years."

I wish I could tell her, “It's all okay,"

But the fear in her eyes says she wants to run away.

I wonder if she runs and runs, -

Will she ever return?

If she escapes the world, where will she stay?

A place with no souls, where all ends -

Perhaps such wandering would be a grave mistake. 

I wish I could tell myself, "It'll be okay." 

Seven years later, there's nothing to run from or delay.

But how will this happen? How will I escape?

From shame, insults, lies, and blame?

What did I do? Why am I like this?

Is "I'll be okay" just a wish?

I was chasing love and praise from elders -

What was so wrong?

Why was I never enough

To earn a little respect?

I respected adults

Out of fear and regret -

Not truth, not heart, not thought.

They said, "Give respect, and take respect. " 

I gave - but you didn't.

 Don't I have a right to take it back now? 

You said words tearing me down. Now, as I stand up for myself, is it still wrong?

You said you gave all for me -Then why couldn't I find anything from it?

 I felt like a puppet Moving through threads of silk.

Now, you're eight and I'm fifteen -

Then, I wanted to die; now, I truly live.

Seven years later, wait for me.

I think of the past and say, “See? Now I'm fifteen, then was eight -

And all it took was seven years to change. "

To find dreams, ambition, an independent mind.

Then, I was just a kıd -

Running from pain, chasing love.

years, Wish I could go back a little number in years 

Talk to myself and say, “Relax, and cheer -It'll be alright when you grow a little more - seven years."

Now I've returned -

Not in memory, but in truth.

Someone knocks on my door -But there's nothing to hide from, nothing to fear.

 Perhaps now I understand -An open door erases the feeling of being unbelieved.

This is my story -

The story of unlocking the doors within myself.

Wish I could go back a httle number in years, Talk to myself and say,

"It'll be alright -

For when you take up your pen and write, You'll conquer your fears, And travel through time To wipe your tears."

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin