I am nothing and everything.
Like this old body.
Something new…
A chance forward,
housing a fresh soul.
Onwards,
to redemption,
some times not by choice.
Trust pulls me through…
but I don’t have it for long.
I am swept again
in the spirals of living.
New aches from stretching,
leagues have been conquered.
Here we are,,
again,
at the base of existence.
Every.
Day.
Some days it thrills me.
Some days it kills me.
I am nothing and everything.
Like this old body.
Like this new life.
~ Khadija Ahmaddiya
Art work by Myssi Robinson for 'The InnerSection'
