Animal Days, Human Nights

 Some days, I'm more animal than human.

Not the kind of thing I would take pleasure in,

But this path, this road, I have stood for longer than I can remember.

Not because I didn't have a direction,

Not because I was held stiff to the ground by regret,

Not anything you could be thinking.

I have taken pleasure in self-realization,

But the deeper I dive, I'm scared of what I am finding out.

I'm scared that I have lost a bit of me along the lines of life.

I keep wondering whether I should keep taking 

pleasure in it or not.

I know for sure that if I hit the brakes, I could still live.

But then if I keep steering, I could discover something beautiful.

I'm not brave enough though, at least not yet.

If I am to take down the bull, then I need to have my mind stable,

A breath of relief to whatever decision I take.

Muse's Notebook: Mariam Salah