misguided path

I think it's time 

we begin,

today becomes tomorrow and 

tomorrow is the day after

silent footsteps with a gentle hand on the small of your back,

guiding you through a maze of

tall stalks of honey-scented sunflowers

the fragrance only grows

the further you stumble down 

the same path

and you forget what

the corners of the room in your mother’s womb 

feel like

it’s

bliss

and the gentlest of hands

lets you go

pushes you

into a world only meant

for the lost

to find their way back misguided.

– sayeda qader