The Longing by Nimah Nawwab
How her spirit
Entices us all!
Will the time come
For my ideas to roam
Across this vast landâ€™s deserts,
Through the caverns of the Empty Quarter?
For my voice to be sent forth,
Crying out in the stillness of a quiet people,
A voice among the voiceless?
For my thoughts, that hurl around
In a never-ending spiral,
Mature, grow and flourish
In a barren wasteland of shackled minds?
Will my spirit be set freeâ€”
To soar above the undulating palm fronds?
Will my essence and heart be unfettered,
Of man-made Thou Shall Nots?