She admired the bird flying free
The rooted tree
Yet she knew she wouldn’t want to be
Anything other than herself
To her
She was just enough

She admired the bird flying free
The rooted tree
Yet she knew she wouldn’t want to be
Anything other than herself
To her
She was just enough

There were ugly things crawling in her reality
Nightmares becoming a background noise
She turned a blind eye to so many
And became blind all at once
As the pyre lit
She stood thankful for its warmth

She lacked a sewing kit
To piece herself back together
The threads ran free
She looked for a lost tether
As she unraveled
She knew She might get lost
And what another move could cost
She spun
Until she vanished in thin air
The ballerina could no longer care
About what tied her to this realm
And she set herself free
From all of them
Of threads too thin and shoes too tight
The ballerina still dances through the night
On a stage of her own making



She felt it
Every now and then
The shiver
The thrill within
As she read words
Or saw some art
She knew
She had to be a part
Of a life worth living
Art that’s thrilling
So she wrote on
Hoping to be remembered
For borrowed words
Rearranged
She created her heaven
But let the devil in
Seeking punishment
For her little sin
After all
How can joy
Outweigh the hate
How can a woman
Singly create
Heaven on earth

When the world finally ended
She learned to love
The peace of the silence
The emptiness above
The potential in everything
And the peace within
When the world ended
She was finally ready to begin

I still see it
Through my brain’s eye
The dappled floors
As I skipped the halls
Sunshine covering me
Heat much too dry
School in the desert
Memories passing by
I
Let
Them
All
Go

A vague memory
A picturesque scene
As the world was ending
I dared to dream
Of the life I have now
Of what seemed so out of reach
The image solidified
As I laid on this beach
…….
If you know my story, you know that I was born in Iraq and escaped the war around 2008. I feel so blessed by the small things and the big things in my life right now. Grateful for it all.
Here’s some AI art of my creation inspired by this poem. Going from war to calm.






She passed by swiftly
Unseen
The kerfuffle of the trees
Woke them from their dreams
The goddess of the wind coming to say
Wake up, we must fight another day
(Images created by me using AI inspired by the poem above)




There I lay
With a wistful gaze
Stars turning to ships
Coming to take me away