HOW DO WE UNDO??

‎I covered my face from the harsh morning sun,

‎hid under umbrellas till the day was done.

‎At night I looked up and asked the moon,

‎why it never shone in the daytime noon.

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‎The moon asked softly, “Is there such a day?”

‎The stars said, “We shine only when it’s dark this way.

‎We live in the night, we don’t have a choice,

‎our light is our path, our silent voice.”

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‎I told them of the sun, how it burns the skin,

‎how its blazing heat wears the world thin.

‎Curious and eager, they wanted to see,

‎what life looked like in another degree.

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‎The next day came, the moon stayed high,

‎the stars drew closer to the earth and sky.

‎The closer they came, the hotter it grew,

‎till the earth was burning, breaking in two.

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‎The sun met the moon, the sky turned dim,

‎an eclipse was born, the light grew slim.

‎The world fell into confused despair,

‎people ran thirsty, hungry, bare.

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‎The moon thought, “If the sun is near,

‎I don’t need to shine or appear.”

‎The stars thought, “At last, a different way,”

‎but none could escape how they were made.

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‎Each had a place, a role, a design,

‎their difference the reason they could shine.

‎They learned too late what balance meant,

‎what order was meant to prevent.

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‎They returned at last, the world found peace,

‎the burning stopped, the chaos ceased.

‎And I stood still, my heart undone,

‎the architect of what I had begun.

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‎The world was made the way it should be,

‎with careful order and quiet symmetry.

‎When we try to fix what we didn’t create,

‎we don’t make it better, we seal its fate.

‎Now the world is shaking, out of line,

‎because we touched what was once divine.

‎And knowing this truth, so heavy and new,

‎I ask the same question…‎how do we undo?

‎  Written by Aminah Jubril Ammusa

The Lettered Poet who writes with a Lettered Pen🖋️🌹

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