The osteons in me are tired; my marrow cries
I carry this life on my shoulders; even my osteons are tired now. The osteons in me are tired; the marrow in me cries. cosmapoetica series
Sciopoetica
Science-infused poetry of Sadia Hakim
Love a man and you will see — love poems by sadia hakim
Love a man, and you will see the weight he carries—silent battles, unseen grief, and a heart that longs to be understood.
What the bones remember is haunting — sciopoetica
Memory is not kind. It does not soften the edges of the past, nor does it fade into silence.Bones don’t forget, and what they remember is haunting.
Excerpts from what the bones remember is haunting
Not all graves are in the ground. Quotes and excerpts from what the bones remember is haunting. Cosmapoetica (Sciopoetica Ve Astropoetica) series
