Dear Halima, it’s me again.
I spoke to you once, ten years past.
We spoke of love and life’s influence,
We spoke of dreams and disingenuous friends.
We spoke of what you needed to do next,
A type of confidence rooted in experience.
We spoke of your heart and how gentle it is,
We spoke of what you needed to harden it.
An encased glass of protection, your soul
being the catalyst of everything.
Oh Halima, another milestone you have reached,
Oh Halima, this has been a difficult feat.
Halima, how is your anxiety?
Lately, it has been manifesting itself quite strangely.
Oh Halima, what has come of our talks?
What was once implemented into your mind- has suddenly slipped out.
Oh Halima, I expected a lot from you,
To be strong and courageous- attributes once tied to you.
Oh Halima, does your anxiety consume you?
The gleam in your eyes are dimmed from life’s sudden surprises.
Oh Halima, I still have hope for you.
Work towards your dreams like how you used to.