Wednesday, January 20, 2021

18 January 2021

A small act changed my life 
It came out of the blue
But changed my future quick
Erased my beautiful past with a swipe 
And broke my wings

Those wings I use to fight and fly with
Dream and feel free with
Feel strong and powerful with
Feel good and happy with
Feel proud and determined with
Feel solid and unbroken with

All those things changed 
It was like a new dawn a new era upon me 
But without the sun
Without the trust I had given away so easily
I don’t know

A part of me remains
Catching the cool wind and trying to entertain
The remaining is in the spiders web only able to watch asking silently 
That old hope filled with fire and power I feel is gone

But then I ask 
It was already gone 
I had eaten into the power of me
Through my loud voice and anxiousness
Through my seemingly invisible strength
Here I am 
Shouting and singing threats 
Never able to face defeat
Instead hitting it until I bruise
And then asking people to fix my bruises
Here I am wanting the results without trying
Expecting gain without effort
Trying But never really
Wanting but never asking

Myself

On the 18th January 2021 i realised I truly was alone
But the worst is that I had really failed myself
Believing in others never really ever believing in me
Trusting others but not me
Living my life not to its potential or nowhere near while others were very much living ... differently to me anyway 

And here I was not in harmony with my soul or myself or my goals or my dreams or my aspirations
Being led with a rope face in mud 
And expecting that the sandalwood of my heart will still show

I am sad but from no one but myself

I am feeling so alone because I am not close to god or myself
I am feeling powerless because I have never given myself the power of persistence or strength
I am feeling in pain because I have given myself word and kept it



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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' -