I always said ‘we are made of love’
That love should come naturally to us
like breathing, eating, sleeping.
I held up that placard like hotel staff
at airports waving ‘Marhaba’
Now at times I notice how
my breath is held without intention
How I eat mindlessly
to feed my hungry soul
How my skin visibly flinches
when someone mentions love or
how the night disturbingly crawls
into the marrow of my bones.
~ Renica Rego aka Zara