Sometimes I wish to transform into a wave

One that rises as a storm

Rises so high that it covers all my insecurities under its bright curtains

Rushes as fast as blood through my brain

Moves so quickly as this universe in front of my eyes

Image by image, day by day

Flips its sides as people turn their backs

Not to ignore, but to forgive and forget

Curve so elegantly that it hides all the unseen scars of the past

Wave that rises to change life’s common norms

Rises to wash all the dirt of souls by its tiny white drops

Rises to achieve what it claims and believes

And then falls so quietly as it finds no one to blame.

—Javeria Haroon