We’re still breathing,
Through the dark ages of grief,
Of nothing, of sitting;
That is grief.
Eid came as the long awaited future,
Never thought that both,
Would never be waited,
Since half of the land is broken,
And half of the sky is broken,
Only our heart, attached, yet apar,
The weather devides any start.
Woke up for eid’s prayer,
Unlike any other,
Was asking my head of what’s ahead,
While under water,
I was drowning with a nose wide open,
Even with the most submission
To the plan;
The one we’re not seeing any tunnel for since we were kids,
We still flow to it,
While bird migration is happening,
Of the only few good men,
We migrate to our metamorphosis,
And i had a reversed dawn for hours,
Might write another book of hours,
I came to the sole realization that:
Thinking of any tiny role of any memory,
That really, the pain was unbearable,
There was no way i could ever survive all that passed through my life,
Yet here i am,
Coloring some pics at 3 a.m.
My whole faith is laying on the shoulders of this,
How did i ever pass,
How did i ever pass,
Did i?
I’m still looking at it..
It before, after, and now,
There is no way..
How am i still walking on water?
First day with no fasting,
Just put my shoes on and ran,
Had to run long before i catch any other glimpse of my life,
The road is like any road in war:
With people, but you have to go, with people,
The first saw me,
Started running uphill,
The second saw me,
Started running opposing,
The third saw me,
He was walking on the shore,
With a slipper,
Ran 2 kms with me,
With a slipper,
Only made a sign for me,
He wanted to run,
I moved my head approving,
We wanted to run,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Maybe he felt he could hold an easy pace,
But it’s far of good for how he went,
He stopped,
We went part ways,
Fisted then went part ways,
My soul had a little joy,
That i might’ve still got a nice face,
A nice face, in this ending world,
Of not nice faces, facing us.
I returned to the shore were he was,
Took some suns with me,
He might have had nothing too,
You see everyone of us,
Of similar names,
That got nothing,
We go to look at the sun,
The departing sun, at the shore,
Not sure if we’re hoping for ours too,
But for now it was a long run,
Into the night,
The first not fasting night,
Wasn’t fast,
And we’re going nowhere fast,
But the light in the shadow of our faces tell,
We might still be nice,
There’s still a good nowhere left for us.
zaki monzer 