Hi everyone!
I know it’s been a while. These past few days have been the hardest of my life. I was in the ICU, and after being discharged, there was a recommendation for me to undergo sessions in therapeutic seclusion.. something my family, of course, did not approve of.
I’m doing much better now, and during my healing days, I received some wonderful news. my poem won 2nd place in a poetry competition. My sincere thanks and gratitude go to the judges of the challenge.
I wanted to share this poem here as well, because it comes from a real place…born out of many of our own circumstances and lived experience.
It is based on the theme of “Scrambled Eggs.”
Copyright © 2025 Sanya Kurd
We clamped together, then mom got sick.
She couldn’t make breakfast, only screamed.
Dad took on the job, made everything work,
His wrinkles etched deeper as he stirred the pot.
Love drifted away, perched on a cloud of gloom.
They only fought, while we hid in our rooms.
I whispered secrets to my pillow, my only friend,
Soaked my tears deep, like earth swallows rain.
Mom taught me how to cook it whole,
But never said how to unscramble the folds.
Everyone vanished from the photo frame,
Like a crime scene before the shot was fired.
Now, we live out in the sun,
While grief rests in our home.
Scattered like beads of a sacred braid,
Each strand distant–a constellation of feuds.
I try to merge them with patterns and muse,
Like a tapestry of love-
undoing the devil’s work.
making it pure, like my mother’s womb.
But grief lingers like an unwanted ghost.
My measured attempts always fail.
Because each room of this house,
cradles their arguments in its bones.
The eggs are scrambled…completely ravaged.
No way I feel—I’ll reverse the damage.
It’s like collecting shards of a broken chandelier.
Each piercing my fingers, dripping blood,
Poisoning my confidence,
mutilating my soul in silence.
This broken family injures my memory
with the machete of trauma.
Still, I carry a figment of light in me,
To stitch the cracks in this ruptured sky
With the thread of hope and mercy,
So I can finally rest beneath my bed..
And sigh.
-Sanyaa
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welcome BACK, sis!! SO so glad you're okay - and this masterpiece is both beautiful and DEVASTATING - you ate that UP, sis!!! LOVED it, the portrayal, the language, EVERYTHING!!! 😭😭😭💔💔💔also, CONGRATS, sis!!! 👏👏👏💖💖💅💅🫂🫂❤️🩹💪😤🔥
You doing your thing. Great piece. I need to get to it too. Congrats on the 2nd place, I know you're going to be 1st soon. Enjoy the day