Insha Allah

With these two words, I hereby
barter my ego and all my fear
for comfort in knowing that I
can only propel; I cannot steer.

Forgive me if I ignore the praises you heap.
I traded them for nights of dreamless sleep.

Unseen

Well, you couldn’t exactly call me smart:
I believe everything I see, and more.
I am sure there exists, albeit unseen,
A reddish-yellowish shade of green,
a pearl necklace that a mermaid wore
and a poem by someone who broke a heart.