her name is fatima

Your name, Fatima, echoes in my chest, Not just a sound—but where my soul finds rest. You walk in grace, like dawn in silent skies, And bring me peace where all my chaos lies. You're kindness clothed in quiet, patient light, You love with fire, but never need to fight. With every smile, my burdens lose their weight, And even time begins to hesitate. You speak, and storms within me start to sleep, You hold me close, where wounds no longer weep. In all the noise, your silence makes me whole— The softest hands still cradle my wild soul. Fatima, you're the poem I could not write, The prayer I whispered late into the night. Now here you are—my heart, my breath, my grace… A thousand lifetimes couldn’t take your place.