Day 30- Learning Selfishness 

And finally, day 30! Last poem for NaPoWriMo! We’re here! 🙂
So, I promised to end on a happy note- I think this one’s a happy ending. 🙂
I’m going to spend the next few days catching up on all the NaPoWriMo goodies I missed! If you have a special poem stashed away, please do tag me! I’d love to read it! 🙂
Thirty days of poems! This year, my fourth, was an absolute blast! Here’s three cheers for everyone who stayed with me all month! You’re awesome! 
Hip hip HURRAH! 
Hugs and kitten-bucketful mugs,

Your Friendly Neighborhood Cookie Monster

(Or, you know, just yusra) ❤️

Day 28- Tell Me How


Day 28 of NaPoWriMo! For the prompt ‘tell me how to heal’. 
Bit of a dark turn, I know. I think it just hit a vein. 
And, well, when my personal dictator has been home since a week, it is a bit hard to focus on the good, too. 
Any hoodies, tomorrow I shall Endeavour to pick right up again. Wishing y’all a great weekend! 

Cuddles and mufflers, 

Yusra 

Day 20- Ashes In My Veins 


Bit of a happy coincidence today. It’s 4/20, plus the poem I started in my head, synced up nicely with the prompt for today, ‘ashes in my veins’, and the 4/20 mentions. 
And another post for Messages off a cigarette. It’s been a while. 🙂
Hugs and muffins, 

Yusra ❤️pp
Keep it 

Day 19- Home Is Where… 

Home Is Where 

I didn’t know much about the world

Or myself, for that matter 

I took gratefully, what I was given 

I didn’t know anything better 

even existed, for people like me

Who are damaged so thoroughly 

That we stand in front of mirrors 

And dissect our entirety

No one taught me strength 

I doubt I could’ve discerned  

I drifted aimlessly, accepting 

Scraps for the blessings they weren’t 

When debasement is a norm, and

indifference the only recompense 

The heart grows silently sicker 

Without respect for its defense 

I hadn’t known that I deserved 

More, that what i was shown

I thought love belonged in parked cars 

But you

-you took me home. 

It’s strange, how big the world is

When you don’t feel small anymore 

Maybe, I can build my shelter, now 

That you’ve already opened the door 

©Yusra 

19.04.2017