Ancestors

by Sanjida Shaheed

Sadness is
A part of me.
Like flesh
And blood
And bones.

I nourish
My sadness
With hours of
Loneliness.

A loneliness
That grips me
Like
A straitjacket.

Me and
My sadness.
We are
Inseparable.

Like me and
My shadow.

I miss them.
I miss them.
I miss them.

I miss
My spiritual
Ancestors.

I am waiting
Patiently.
To meet them.

Remembering:
The teacher
Will come when
The disciple
Is ready.

………………………..

Authored by Sanjida Shaheed
date: April 18, 2014
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