A Long Time Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

For each beginning,
May we have a better understanding.

Trampling on disasters,
Wounds being caught in heathers.

I am crying at your bedside.
Reminding myself strength is where I reside.

Tell me how to treat this agony.
For I am far too wounded,
To be handled singly.

Yearning for forgiveness.
As my sins openly undress.

This regret came with tears.
Oh. My years!

Time. I have lost.
At a dreaded cost.