When love is unused
your soul feels its weight
like gallons of water
placed on top of your skull
how do you get those things purged
when you did not load them willingly?
how do you plead with the colossal spring
comprising
of unconditional love and gorgeous grace
to halt
when there's no faucet made for it?
how do you drag yourself every day
with this phenomenal yet undesirable
thing
slithering inside heart's nooks
that despite its ordeals
manages to donate the redolence of strength
yet renders you vulnerable
like an injured wren
stranded on an uninhabited island?
About the Poet:
Afra Adil Ahmad is a writer, poet, artist and calligrapher. Based in Taiwan, she holds a Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. She writes about everything under the sun: from dark issues of the society to problems faced by teenagers to imparting chunks of wisdom through her poems, stories and write-ups. Her works have appeared in various magazines including Iman collective, MYM, Rather Quiet, Euonia Review, Olney Magazine, The Malu Zine, The Sophon Lit, Blue Minaret, Melbourne Culture Corner, Her Hearth Magazine, The Hot Pot Magazine, Broken Spine Collective.
Ephemeral Elegies 
Thank you again for your wonderful words. It made me think how sometimes hugs are important.
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