I’m not talking ,
But ain’t silent ,
Mouths say it’s cold , sarcastic , some calm ,
I don’t see me ,
I’m not silent .
I’m not speaking ,
I get sick before getting words out ,
A crime if i do ,
Same as speaking out to ,
Even while praying ,
Bunch it all up in a bag ,
I’m still not silent ,
Maybe not enough .
A wind breeze rushed in ,
When i was rushing inside ,
To pray the words i try to hang ,
Each time i try ,
To make sense of the “i pray because i exist” ,
My right side felt the wind ,
I recalled the sky from the other day , split apart ,
My right side from today touched the left side of the sky from yesterday ,
Touched but not felt ,
The sky wanted to be felt ,
So i prayed once again ,
As a split person in a split sky ,
Maybe for the first time in two split of times ,
For me to fly , and for the sky , to be felt .
zaki monzer 