Monday, June 25, 2012

Hold on

Hold on
the wind is speeding and the tables are blowing
hold on twister is here of
bad emotions and tumultous pain
Holdo n
storm has come
to take you away
grip to the future
grip to the better
grip to the frontier
no backing down or back
Hold on
rain hits you hard
andyou feel your heart is about to explode
youret ired
youre angry
youre ashamed
youre sad

Hold on
dont let it take you
you arestronger
wiser
more patient
more clean
than that
Hold on to the day
to the moment and the hour
this black black cloud will pass
this inability to feel like youre going somewhere
Hold on
dont go there
dont go there

Hold on
this bad weather must end
will end
and when it does
you will thank yourself that you didnt miss
to see the new day

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
forever and ever
and never let go 
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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' -