Daughter Of Two Worlds Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

I am the daughter of my mother's grace,
Her gentle spirit, her nurturing embrace.
But I also carry my father's fiery rage,
A tempest brewing, barely kept at bay.

From my mother, I inherit soft-spoken words,
A soothing melody, like the song of birds.
Yet my father's anger lies just beneath the surface,
A volcano waiting, its eruption merciless.

I am a study in contrasts, a puzzle to behold -
My mother's warmth, my father's heart of cold.
Torn between the two, I often feel lost,
Unsure of which path I should embark upon.

Do I yield to my mother's calming influence?
Or succumb to my father's thunderous defiance?
I am the daughter of these two disparate souls,
Struggling to find the balance that makes me whole.

Perhaps one day I'll learn to harness both sides,
Embracing the duality that within me resides.
For I am the daughter of my parents' legacy,
A complex tapestry, my own destiny.