My Response To Rumi
16.12.2016
"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill,
Let yourself fall ill"
-Jalaluddin Rumi
You must have been asleep, Rumi,
waking from a dream
with such careless words.
Illness is a burden, you see,
like worms tunnelling through a ripe apple,
fog cloaking a narrow mountain path,
ropes with badly frayed threads.
Ask my sister,
whose life is spent breathless
and weak.
Ask my mother,
whose time is spent worried
and stressed.
Ask my father,
whose day is spent working
and tired.
Ask me,
whose childhood is spent ignored
and silent.
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