AlAnoud Writes

Honor the tremor beneath your skin,

The quiet voice that speaks within.

Do not hush the rising tide,

Your heart is not a thing to hide.

Let sorrow fall when it must rain,

Silver truth inside the pain.

Tears are rivers finding sea,

Ways your soul says, “This is me.”

Let laughter burst without disguise,

Sunlight spilling from your eyes.

Joy is not a prize you earn,

It’s simply yours, let it burn.

Feel the anger’s molten glow,

A signal saying, “Something’s no.”

Treat it gently, hear it through,

It’s only trying to guard you.

Trust the weight of every sigh,

Even clouds deserve the sky.

Every feeling has its part,

A language written on your heart.

So honor all you think and feel,

Raw and tender, true and real.

Your inner weather’s yours to own,

By knowing it, you come back home.