Guide to the Hereafter | Poem by Laiba Nayeem
The earth is littered with the ruins of empires that once believed they were eternal.
Open excavations lead to realizations
That dead today
had plans for tomorrow.
We live our days not once thinking of our last-
The Titanic sank when it wasn’t supposed to
Maybe we must look back to where we once came from
To start thinking anew
We once had our very own garden of Eden
Where Adam met Eve
Where stars met our eyes
Where the birds sang to us in greeting
Human nature is to feel sorrow
I miss the stars’ greetings.
So I asked what I must do.
I was told to reach for the stars
So I joined a circus and gave myself up to become a human cannonball
I didn’t know about gravity
Left clueless as I fell back down
We are the broken Angels
Broken and bruised
Having fallen down to our doom.
In physics I learned
That any object in projectory
Will have a moment of zero velocity
At its highest point
At my highest point-
I wanted to reach out
See- My ceiling consisted of the stars
In biology I learned
Stars are not things to touch
They are a bubbling ball of flame and such
I let go
I’m too young to have already reached my peak
But now it’s all downhill from here
I know- I know that sounds bleak
So I’ll take the next exit towards a path of recovery
Slow down! Healing is necessary when you have lost all feeling.
When each already has its own name
But we do it anyway
Shoot me into space
Where I can fly as I am held weightless
Weightless has another meaning when
Your soul is heavy with happiness
Take me back
Back to when my dreams of space were just that-
Dreams not nightmares
Allow me to hold your hand,
Please show me the way
Because somewhere on my way here,
I lost sight of myself.
Be the guiding light that we have now become reliant upon
Hold my hand
Guide me to the hereafter
I already tried reaching for my shattered pieces
I ask you:
Hold my hand,
Guide me to the hereafter.
Because I will be left in the dark
By Laiba Nayeem (Calgary, AB)