Stimulus Check Equivalent in Iraq

For hours, in lines we waited

Feet bare

Flies and mosquitoes hung in the air

The afternoon sun could not be kind

As it left no shelter for us to hide

Until we got our sacks of flour and some rice

Enough to fill our bellies and dampen our cries

Whole

Oh where did my pieces go

Those that held me together

Time rubbed them apart

And so did the weather

Where did my body go

Curious I long to know

How a man melts like snow

How this beauty withers

Yet his soul

Manages to stay whole

No matter the struggle

Fig Tree

The fig tree by the house with no backyard

Always welcomed me

It was comforting and warm

Teaching me

A child I was

Not knowing death nor life

It taught me eternity

The fig tree in my grandmother’s house

Will always live within me

Fragile

It is much too fragile

That thing that you base your life on

The stepping stone

The foundation to it all

It’s much too fragile

Much too wrong

My Heart

I’ve relied on the sun to shine

The moon to come back

The stars to glow

The trees to grow

But

Each had a cycle and a rhythm

They didn’t know

How fast I want to keep on running

So my heart

I’ll have to start

With you

Heather

Standing on a bridge

Crying to the wolves

She suddenly doesn’t feel alone

Free, as they are, she was born to roam

She follows trails of her own

Calling these woods her home

Talking to waterfalls

You can see the leaves in her hair

The dirt on the dress she wears

Running free without any cares

The universe is her place

Heather you’ll never be alone

The wolves will follow you there

In the deep forest with no fear

You are free to be your own

Kids Rhymes| Hello Monsters

Hello monsters

Did you come to eat

Something salty or something sweet

?

Hello monsters

Under my bed

Did you want to crawl into my head

?

Hello monsters you look like me

I am your master

Just wait and see

I made you up in my head and heart

To bring new dreams and a new start

Found

I think

I lost you

Much too often

The thing I was meant to find

I think

I found

Much too fast

You were never meant to be left behind

My guardian angel

.

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Change

She never asked for the change

Coins in my hands

Collecting

In a jar made of glass

Clear to see

I was expecting

To be the richest out of change

But I didn’t see the change that was coming

As the first bomb fell

They ran for shelter

I was running

To the jar of change

I’ve been collecting

Live

He said he hated himself

Then he realized

The self he hates

And the self doing the hating

Are separate entities

So he killed what he hated

Whilst living

Inspired by Eckhart Tolle