Sunday, November 20, 2011

If I was the woman who wasnt here today


If .......I was the woman I wanted to be
perfecct in all honesty
would all my dreams come to me?
or would I still be wanting them , wanting to see

If I was the woman I needed to become
Would everyhting I wanted just be done
Would all my sadness turn and be gone
or would I still be searching for dreams that havnt come

If I was the woman whose failures didn't exist
would those failures be sadly missed?
Would it be a failure that they were all fixed?
or would it be great, that no failures were on my list

If I was the woman whose life was re arranged
would I be happy or would I be enstranged?
wouuld I be normal or would I be deranged
would I feel ok or would war be waged?


If I was the woman whose life made sense
would it be beautiful or would it be nonsense?
would it be relaxing or would i get tense
would it be passionate or lack all dense?

If I was the woman who got all she wanted
would it be perfect or would it be distorted?
would it be extravagant or would it be flaunted
If I got all I wanted...would I be relieved or would i be haunted?

If I was the woman who had no fears
would I never cry or would i miss my tears?
would everything show or would everything dissappear
would it all be consice, would it all be clear

If I was the woman whose life was mine
would I order another or would I live divine
would I take what I have and make it fine
or would I throw it away and not look behind


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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -