Forward...

I will endeavour to unlearn all that I have been taught

By a diseased culture:

Un-truths and half-truths

Like synapses digging grooves in my brain,

A worn out, tired path.

I will peel off the layers, meticulously woven into my fabric

That I wore like an armour, a straitjacket,

A millstone around my neck.

I will watch them fall to the ground,

And step out of them the way I step out of my clothes

At the end of a long day.

I will spread them out on a new path

That we will walk together,

Hand in hand, my love,

To clarity.

Note: All my poems are published in medium.com/@asilrashid