Still Pushing Through..

September 17th marks two years since my Godfather/Uncle passed away. Everything has changed since then, we’ve been slowly morphing from helpless to hopeful. We’ve been slowly morphing all this anger to acceptance. Slowly and steadily morphing our pain into prayers for those who’ve left us. We’ve been slowly pushing through his absence. Reminiscing on all…

The Leather Jacket.

In 2003, shortly after my late aunt passed away my grandmother handed me a jacket and said, “It’s a gift.” Completely baffled I asked, “But how?” I immediately knew it was from my aunt because she had an identical jacket and always wanted us to match. Before she passed away sometimes we’d match without even…

Power Of Yoga.

This is where I turned to when my words had no power,And this is where my strength rose from. This is where I laid my problems to rest,And this is where solutions seemed to arise. This is where I must have lost my balance over a million times ,And I laughed it off.I wasn’t scared…

I Searched For You

I searched for you in total darkness but you were nowhere to be found. So I gave up and searched for you in other people…I still couldn’t find you. I searched for understanding and I couldn’t find it. I tried everything I could to search for a purpose. I tried everything in my power to…

The Veil

Stuck in a whirlwind of memories and nostalgia she noticed the world continued to move forward without her. Wherever she went, she wore her grief as a veil sometimes it was so thick that she couldn’t see past it. She knew her grief would come in waves and when the veil was transparent, she noticed…

Warrior

There’s a little girl sulking in the corner wondering why everything is her fault. She’s sitting in the dark wondering why she keeps getting pressured into growing up so fast. She’s wondering about all the fairytales and the stories she’d been told whether they exist. She’s wondering why the world is on her shoulders. This…

Things that lurk beneath the surface.

I find it quite fascinating what hides between our words, our concerns…What lurks beneath the surface of that mask we wear everyday…Is it fear, kindness, hatred, a certain grudge, grief or despair? Are we just passing time trying not to miss the people who have left us? Are we all just trying to survive the…

Walking Alone.

I know it’s scary to walk alone,The world may seem darker when it gets lonely.But walking alone is better than walking with people who try to stab you with their words.Walking alone is better than being around people who disregard your dreams.So walk away with no regrets… ©ZeinaA.G

Through the Eyes of a Child.

Through the eyes of a child you’d notice a humongous world.A world that holds magic in every undiscovered corner.Everyday life would be a constant mystery that keeps surprisingly unfolding into different layers which leave you speechless.You’d run and chase magic until you’re out of breath without any plans of stopping.You’d jump fearlessly into deep waters…

Three Years of Writing.

I still can’t believe I reached a day where I could openly blog about this. Writing has opened so many new doors for me which I’m immensely grateful for. It has saved me from a lot of heartaches and made me truly understand what it’s like to be in someone else’s shoes.In the past 3…