Strong leaf

I am a warrior

Of the soul.

I am a fighter

Of our love.

I am a writer

Of our story.

Yet I am falling,

Falling Falling.

An autumn leaf,

Crushed to the ground,

Beneath careless feet,

I can no longer make a sound.

I am a warrior

Of self conflict.

I am a fighter

Of the truth.

I am a writer

Of self doubt.

I am nothing without the power of the sun,

and respiration is now undone.

With nothing left but dry skin and empty veins,

Can nothing save me? Not even this rain.

Hasna Maliq