Shiza G . . . . . . . . . . . The Eye of the Storm

Dreams Part Two

Sophie Forbes, 2020

The Eye of the Storm

Shiza Ghani, 2022

What a storm that spirals from the core of a dandelion! Nobody can predict when it will end, Nobody can remember when it started. Winds so strong, they make my feet rise from the Earth - But when I think I’m flying, her memory pulls me down Like a magnet whose face is of the opposite pole. Earthbound, all I can do is stare at the sky As it fades to and from every color imaginable during the day, But in the night, nothing but black and white. I used to remember my dreams.

Rite of passage - I pray to God for his forgiveness.

Twist and turn, throw me back to then and heaven, Because before the blackout, I had a vision of her beckon. A wish she made but I haven’t paid - I try to remember, But with each day, the sky grows stormy, And with each month, the pathway grows eerie, And with each year, my eyes grow weary, As I reach for a seed that was already planted.