Thursday, September 7, 2017

feeling turmoiled

here is a woman so lostits just painful to be her
her soul inked with turmoil of failures and her mind blogged with the inability to become something
in her she was a strong one
a wild one
an untamed one but with respect and dignity
and now nothing is in her
except feelings of despair
why is so tired?
why is she so broken
the stepping ladder of peoples successes
the stay at home nothing
the go to work emptiness
because this isnt the life i imagined for myself

people lost in me - and i lost for them
people cannot define me and i cannot define myself
unable to cherish me when i cannot cherish myself
unable to become and do in the day because ive decided not to
and then they perform their life
and add me in the equation

this is not a sum
this is a subtraction
and it is not a multiplication of days its a division into falling tommorows
I am tired
I am not the person i used to be

what does used to be mean?
well a young vibrant woman of origin of strength of gials and belieifs that she can
a woman of knowledge of tries

not of this woman who is just walking around
in pain




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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' -