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Worship

by Rukiiyah Sekka

Worship is a thing

that you can do right or wrong.

 

If your too devoted, too piteous

have too much love, it can turn on you.

 

Too much of anything

too much of too much, it can ruin.

 

It can ruin you, 

and ruin you it will

 

It doesn’t matter if the tea of the gods 

sits in your grasp.

 

Nor does it matter if you eat food

graced in their presence.

 

Even if you’ve done nothing,

that matters too.

 

Everything matters 

in the eyes of someone else.

Tree of Life

by Rukiiyah Sekka

A set of footprints

around a tree

signifies much to me

 

it tells me of life

that currently inhabits it

and the birds that track around it

 

Of the people that take solace

beneath it’s leaves

and the people that come and leave

 

That life never ceases,

unless there is other life around it.

Leaves of Autumn

by Rukiiyah Sekka

I love taking walks in the autumn, it’s so comforting to feel

 

                        the breeze on my face

 

            the crunching of leaves under my shoes.

 

Too many times I wonder, stupid   often   silly things

 

Like if the tree’s feel                        pain

 

            when their leaves fall off,

 

like how a human despairs over lost friends?

 

The ground sometimes wonders about the people

                                                                        who traveled on its skin

                                                                                                lived on it     

                                                                                                            died    on it

I often wonder about the places I’ve gone

            would people remember      me

 

Am      I         memorable

 

                        The sky cry tears for no one.

 

            I wish I was able to soar high above the trees

to experience what birds                 see

 

to see the same         thing

to experience                                     everything

 

To love the earth

            that loves       me

 

Why do I hurt           if I am loved?

 

Love is a fickle          thing

 

            they always want

                        people always            want

 

            something from        me

 

something       I          cannot            give

 

The earth does not love for             free

About the Poet

Rukiiyah Sekka, a current sophomore at NMSU, was born with her eyes stuck in the pages of a book. A bohemian at heart, she can often be found drinking green tea and taking nature walks. She mainly writes short fiction, poetry and fanfiction. You can find her on Twitter @chillyavocado19.

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