By Hirra Sultan
Walls closing in…
Maybe trying to form a shell
A layer all around
Maybe it was time
to undergo metamorphosis
to let things go
For that conceptual reward
Being talked about all the while
Maybe emptying hands was necessary
To receive what lies ahead
Maybe one had to lose something
To admire what comes forth
Maybe tears are just rains
To be followed by beautiful rainbows
Maybe the floods were meant to nourish
And prepare the soil for further use
Maybe it would wash past away
and bring forth a better future!
