Saturday, June 6, 2009

Pull ur life back...can you do that?


you might ask me - why is it so hard to do something so small
i might say - I don't know
and act like you didn't spear me with your words
but in fact I do know and you did... hurt me very deeply

I am surrounded by not just this
but so many other thoughts, fears, troubles and scars
I am not just this
I am more... much more
But I know that no one sees me that way
they see someone who should just.... do that one small thing

I can't change this bad thing in me
and every day - it's a stuggle
I am pained and cannot understand why I have left it
escape
run
get kidnapped
you know...when you close doors
and shut windows
and force your eye sight to everything else except what you are afraid of
it's easier
you know - when you don't have the power to

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Pull back the rope still being thrown
because at the end of that hanging forgotten system
is

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Pull your life back


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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' -