The Heart’s Solitude
The heart has many crevices, unseen,
Where sorrow lingers, where scars have been.
Memories buried, yet never gone,
A quiet ache that lingers on.
There were nights the soul was brutally torn,
Silent screams, a love reborn.
Hands that trembled, prayers that wept,
Whispers of hope in a heart long dead.
O my heart, how much you’ve wept,
How many secrets the silence kept.
Alone you walk, amidst the crowd,
Yet in your solitude, His love is loud.
For wounds may deepen, but they don’t define,
Each crack still whispers, “You are Mine.”
And though the world may wound your gentle soul,
Leaving scars that take their toll,
His Rahma wraps you, night and day,
In His shade, you’ll find your way.
So break, O heart, but break in prayer,
For every wound, He’s always there.
No pain too heavy, no tear unseen,
With Him alone, the soul is clean.
And when you fall, seek His grace,
Repent, return, and find your peace.
For every trial, a lesson shown,
In His mercy, you’re never alone.
Thank Him for every tear you’ve shed,
For in each one, His love is found.
Pain is but a door to light,
Through Tawbah, we rise to new heights.
