Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
In a crack between two bricks
I left a message as I was taken away
And Freed from the rooftop
I was allowed to visit the beach in May
Rain disturbed the strangers
But I was so happy to be free
And as time passed
I forgot the rooftop
And those strangers were much like me
(Note: I grew up in Iraq, where we spent most days on the rooftops. Now I face the ocean on a rainy vacation. )
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee