I have always wanted to be a Published Poet and Writer.

My poems are my babies, born out of struggle and strife and come into the world crying, yelling, suffocated and alive.

All they need is your eyes to read them and enjoy them to be nurtured and grow to the full fledged plants and flowers they yearn to be.

So you can smell them and enjoy the fragrance of their wisdom.

Handle my poems with care.

Step over them carefully, sensitively.

And if you choose to discard them or they are not to your taste, then let them go with grace.

As Lorna Johnson says “Your Genius is worthless to many but priceless to a few”

My poems may be worthless to you but priceless to a few.

If you discard the poem do not do this like it is a worthless gem.

While it may be a worthless gem to you my Friend, to the next person, it is the Black Diamond they were seeking all along.


It has taken me along time to get here.

It all started with The Dreamer.

Do you remember her posts?

That poet would post intermittently her poems.

She poked and prodded the Writer within me.

Shaking her from her everyday existence.

The Writer was wide awake for a few seconds as she hungrily digested The Dreamer’s words.

Only to fall asleep again as she went back to her world of Rescuing.

The Writer has truly emerged.

This is the place where she gets to play.


With You
With myself
My thoughts
My woes
My bleeding heart

Yearning for The King

Soul on fire
Weighing me down
Tired from the fight
But not willing to give up
Not fearful

Help me
Feel less alone
Help me to labour on
In love

Poem written by Taniya Hussain in May 2019

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