Poetry by Hamna Bilal

Updated: May 27, 2021


Midnight blues

Hope lingering in our souls

Latching on like a parasite

Opening the closed doors

Enchanting the world with its light

I fulfill my plight

Maybe we give up too soon

While turning pages

Of the new chapters

Maybe our grief is what defines us

Our vision is too limited to see beyond the skies

To see past our scars

The countless nights spent in isolation

With haunting shadows of trauma

Maybe we shouldn’t bury our past

But wear it;

Like a bright, shining armor

That protects us from the evil

That befalls us