You cry in the rain to hide your tears
Washing them away is what I fear
Hard enough to let them fall
Single drop, standing too tall.
Pray at night so I’m out of sight
Cowering but not out of fright
nor hope, just fatigue and laze
once humbled my vision now lost in haze.
Open book I trace through pages
Beautiful words travelled the ages
Receiving not beyond ones throat
Swallowing truth? Cough, splutter, choke.
This is beautiful, really from the heart. It is always a struggle to worship the way we would like in an ideal world, even though what we’re seeking is right there in front of us, and for the taking.
May Allah
make the path easier for you insha’Allah
.