The Healer

I whisper,
My hundred woes
Could you convert them into one?
Heal me?
Touch me?

She looks at me with disdain~
You still alive?
My head bent low I whisper again
I was dead~
But your fragrance came riding
On the back of the winds~
Now I am here.

Tell me if I exist or not
This longing shows me my faults
I pretend to have self-respect
All I ask are these words,

Do I exist for you?

ZSAΒ© 2011.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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13 Responses to The Healer

  1. slmret says:

    That’s beautiful, Zakiah — but bittersweet. I hope all is going well for you. Love and hugs!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Janet. Every thing is going very well. Enjoying life as much as possible. Just wish I lived in California, where the temperatures are better than 2 degrees, and there is no snow or ice. Just so I can get warmed up. This winter has been brutal.

  2. mrswrangler says:

    Very nice. Have a good week

  3. Oh wow – this is a nice way for me to start my day (I woke up a bit late…). Your writing always stirs the heart.

    • Zakiah says:

      Love you Matt when you compliment me with such sweetness. Thank you.
      I was thinking, will it be okay with you if I post the poem Mother that I wrote for you? I can add a little paragraph about you and post the poem.
      In other news, I am down to the last 38 pages of my posts to copy and paste. Come a long way from the 200 pages!! Getting a crick in my neck with all that work. Heh!

      • Of course, please post it – it’s a beautiful poem. If I could ask you to remove my last name though … and gosh, no need to write a paragraph about me.

        I can’t believe you’ve made so much progress on the copy and paste. Way to go!

  4. She begs a wee bit of love to live. Admirable ppoem; Zakiah.
    Love ❀
    Michel

  5. Lovely poem but a bit sad as well. Hope all is well with you. HUGS

  6. This brought tears to my eyes. It is beautiful, touching, and relatable. Thank you for sharing it with us, SweetZ. You write with your heart. I admire that.
    (((HUGS))) and ❀

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you. I went to your site, but am unable to comment.

      This poem was written several years ago when my Muse loved me and would grace me with her ideas. Now it seems she has aged like me, and cannot do any better than YAWN!

      😦 πŸ˜‰ ❀ ❀

      • You’re welcome!

        Hmm…I don’t know why you are having trouble commenting. No one else is. Hmm…I have no idea what’s up and how to fix it. 😦

        Well, our muses do age with us it seems. πŸ˜‰ πŸ™‚ Ha! πŸ™‚

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