Thursday, November 5, 2020
where are my pieces
the valley between going back and going forwards
the area of looking behind your shooulder although your feet are taking you on
the condition in which your mind says you can do this! but also says are you sure?
the place where your attention damages you but your eyes cannot see except wrong
you then
become lost
although it seems you are under control
for then it doesnt matter how your days go how your weeks go or how your life goes
there is no aim not gratitude for yourself
that hurts
escpecially when you went from clear to foggy
from sharp to blunt
from focused to blurred
from clear to hazed
from outlined to irregular
from you to ... unlabelled
let me tell you
if you cannot give yourself what you desire
then no one else can
and let me tell you
if you start putting blame on others just because it feels good
then your a silly woman
and if you start believing that your life is not worth fixing
then thats a shame
like the x in the phone that became dead but your fought on
until you got the better of the deal
how come you dont fight for yourself like that?
by fight i mean
respect yourself, honour it, do not take it for granted
think about it
Allah always does things for a reason and i truly and honestly believe that with all my heart
when i take what he gives
i love
when i start to rethink and regurgitate hopelessness
thickness becomes of me
i have stories
i have magic
i have attitude
i have dreams and hopes
but i also have a beutiful life that should merge with those
not intersect and fly by
merge
i am stronger than believe
but i am also way more arrogant than i let on
as for selfishness
i am both in the right and wrong
and with fear
i should not let it carry me away
or move me in anyway
for fear only comes when you dont believe in Gods plan
which i do
with all my heart
i give my fears to you allah
i give my life to you
i do
like the best proposal
because i love you
with all my dedication
and i thank you
for all i dont deserve
but you still gave me and give me
for you are rich and we are poor
and yet you
flourish us
and keep us elegant and warm
take me
as i am
but help me fix my holes
dont give up on me
and let me beat the storm of mind
you say
do not follow the steps of the devil
for they will lead you nowhere but into destruction
you say
the devil only promises your poverty
and i promise you richness
isnt that beutiful?
such clear guidelines
such moving forwards
such one way instructions
and i am here listening
and yet...
i am not the complete jigsaw
pieces missing here and there
where are they those pieces?
this is the road to find them
.... to be continued
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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' -
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' -
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