Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

For all the times you are dressed your best, but feel you look your worst. When your flaws seem magnified, and like life cannot get any worse. Stop, and catch your breath, then look again at your reflection. Perhaps people will be inspired by your imperfections, it could even be their greatest lesson. Your body is the only one that you will ever get, whether you are slim, muscular, or even heavyset, If you find it difficult to love the skin that you are in, turn your gaze inwards and you will find the beauty within. Stand tall, and hold your head up high, soon you will begin to see your allure in others' eyes. Learn to hear the stories behind every scar, and just remember that you are as unique as the stars.

Eyes glazed, yet still peeled for the off chance that I may still catch sight of you, starving for your touch, the slightest glimpse would even suffice and nourish me, like the most hearty stew. Desperate, I know, but I can't go a day without thinking of you, fuel for my mind, my brain drinks you like wine, I find its intoxication is something that I cannot undo. I made a wish, a promise to the universe, to remain loyal as long as it came true. You are the stars, the galaxies, the comets, and even the planets with all their moons. I only need look to the sky and see the planes passing through the night to be transported back to you. Sitting here questioning why life behaves the way it does, with twists at every corner, turning me inside out just like scary movies do; you filled me with such hope then left me barren, now I'm drowning in the blues. I watch you sing and harmonize from afar, I am still your biggest fan, no amount of hurt inside my heart ...