Musings of an insomniac…

Once upon a time, Amina was a girl who suffered from insomnia *in case you didn’t realise, I am referring to myself* I remember laying in my bed for hours on end…begging for sleep…watching the clock tick – thankfully, that time in my life is over!!! I spent most of that time hearing EVERYTHING (I’m…

Goodbye

To goodbyes and the words we sometimes never really say.

Hurt

Here’s one from my 2012 archives…

Concrete walls

Hello everyone. How did you weekend go??? Here is another one from my archive. I wrote today’s poem around the same time I wrote the poem I uploaded on Friday (read here). Looking back, I’m just really thankful for how my life turned out and how blessed I am now. Just goes to show you can’t…