Hides a rare beacon of light
Covered by the sorrows of a bleeding heart
The endless echoes of the night
Drowned by the invincible shadows of the past
Leading the path astray...
Wandering with no place for the bosom to lay.
Come, come now dear beating soul
sticks and stones shall not break your bones
From the burnt ashes, rises a precious rose
Never with such enchanted bloom
haunted by mysterious gloom
Delicate, yet a force of doom
Behold! The shadows on the ground where they loom
... Coming undone
Run, sweet darkness, run.
As an aspiring researcher and a devoted reader, Houda Kefi seeks fulfillment through writing poetry that dwells within her. After publishing several scholarly articles, she seeks to share her reflections with the rest of world. Born in Tunisia, Houda holds at MA in Cross-Cultural Poetics from the Higher Institute of Languages of Tunis. She is currently perusing her Ph.D. in English Literature.