Thank you for the honor and your hard work.
Journey in the Womb
As my umbilical cord feeds
My body, my mind listens to sounds,
Healing my anxiety for love, hunger,
Yet, as my hunger is assuaged, proper
My mind swims into a sea
Of possibilities about a future, per se
That I’ve only heard whispers
Of through parents, family, conversers
Around me speaking a language
I can’t decipher, but I dream of a page
Filled with goals, careers, that crave
Attention, hard work, and pave
The road to mama’s adulation,
For her bias is such that any competition
With myself is rewarded by smiles,
Cuddles, Hugs conquering piles
Of doubt that she murders
With simple pride that radiates
Through my success and comforts
In failures that bend self-worth in ports
Of darkness alleviated only
By recalling her strength properly
Reflected in the potions of TLC
She hands out, seeming effortless to see.
I vascillate in wanting to be
Just like her, or a teacher, like
Her, a fashionista, like her,
A passionate supporter, like her,
A believer, like her, but mostly,
I want her to be proud of the crazy
Child she raised who embraces
Life’s turbulent obstacles with prices
Paid in smiles for Karma will
Return my gift into a thousand pill
Against depression for my strength
Comes from her breath.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 