Recovering. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Valleys en route we walk beside,
The view ahead tapers to the end where they collide.

Yet streams and rivers meander ever so elegantly,
Glistening of the sunlight lets in the warm feels of delight.

Healing is of becoming,
For now, the most beautiful moments are just worth remembering.

We use both hands to make it,
Both feet we walked it.

Animals like us never felt so much shelter,
Of being safe by being among each other.

If there is a return,
I suggest you understand,
That I may not be here to take your hand.