Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Distinction 2

5am I try and be courageous
3.15pm I try and be energetic
I watch flowers of the middle east
and I see what movies are on the cinema, what's new, what's up?
except
deep down I am only barely functioning, I am just about held on
the glue Im using now is way too soft
got no material
no strength
no potency
no long last
no success
no distinct features to ever make me buy this glue at all ever again
as I walk I thank god
as I see the flowers
I think maybe I should?
as I cry inside , I smile and push myself
why am I so heartbroken?
because I didnt try hard enough
because i spent my time doing other things when I should have been concentrating on what i was really meant to do
because i didnt care enough
all my life never had i been so underprepared for such an important situation
and i ask myself
how prepared am I for the final exam , when you meet the one and only
God?
will he say - that was fine
or will he say well done
excellent
I gave you a distinction
because you worked hard, you were dedicated, determined and I saw in you everlasting wonderful work
That feeling and not this one 

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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' -