I’ve been trying to collect myself. I’ve been told to take it easy. But self…
Xiliyada is garab yaal
Haddii uu garaadkaa
Gaadhi waayo meeshii
Naftu kuu galbineysoo
Hakad uu kusoo galo
Ha giriifin noloshee
be careful now…
for the trees are no longer safe.
seeking a sense of belonging
I refuse to sit with it, to make small talk
I am done writing about it,
giving it my undivided attention, to bathe in it
sometimes I look at the moment
when I coughed up small parts of my soul
love is a funny thing,
how it anchors itself into your heart,
and leaves you helpless,
like a fish on a hook just waiting to be reeled in.
You can listen to Yahye Yeebaash read this poem here: Maalmuhu isniin iyo Axad iyo…
Friend, it has been too long.
I can feel the strength of your winds this winter;
gradually I am regaining the power
to seek out my destiny.
A year might’ve been too short To count one day’s blessings It’s not the end…
Hoyoo Ma Talo. She went to buy some milk, left the war and now her…