"The muse of my poetry is yet to be understood..."
The Muse of my Poetry
By Rania Aba Hmydan
The muse of my poetry is yet to be understood
in all dimensions she is yet to be recognized
who she is no one will ever know
therefore my words achieved immortality
she's buried within my words
resplendent in her gown
listen closely as she hits a chorus
Who is she you may ask?
she is my succor
she's in my prayers every night
I speak to god about her
an equilibrium has been achieved
a day has been marked in history when she rises upon
every day she whispers for the death to rise
their souls reach the heavens above
she's the goddess that no one has yet seen
if only people believed in the power above
she's more than her pulchritude
who she is, is pernicious
beware she might never call upon you
your grave might become your home after all
your fate lies in her hands
only in the afterlife would you be aware of what your future admits.