Tuesday, June 22, 2021

They see you from where you cannot

Devils come and go and some stay
We have been informed and told they see you from where you cannot
I imagine devils watching me letting myself down
Because in this life the one chance we have to drive success and happiness is fragile 
And I ask myself
Why not me?
So the devil answers
It will never be you 

And then I believe
So I stop
And my mind gets foggy 
And my admiration for my strength is no more
I just see myself as a sack of fat
And a bad mother
And ugly wife and disappointing daughter
And a human with no integrity

And 
And

So the devil hits high five with the crew
See I told you it might take me longer to beat this one after Ramadan but I told you I have no doubt that I can send her rolling and falling 

So I ask myself
Isn’t it sad that the devil would be so weak and yet so strong at the same time
That he has committed to breaking dreams and goodness and aspirations and hope
This evil one wins?

And then me the good one
The really strong one I said
The one that can’t bare to give up or be told off
Loses? 

And it’s all because I have left the devil do so 
From the place he sees me and I cannot
But isnt that his only advantage? 
And didn’t god give me a heads up telling me 
That this is the case

So who has the advantage then? 
Who really has the advantage? 



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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' -