After the sun has set
And the birds have vanished, to places I can not see
I lay awake
Much too aware of my essence
That thing I try to avoid
That humanity that gives me much pain, and sometimes pleasure
I see it
A fire that does not burn, nor is red
I see my soul trying to connect
But these webs are much too wide
And your humanity prevents you from admitting the need
To be connected, once more
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
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(Note: I grew up in Iraq, where we spent most days on the rooftops. Now I face the ocean on a rainy vacation. )
The vines gave way
As if they were welcoming me
And the trees danced with glee
The vibrations of the ground synchronized with my own
And I knew then
I was finally home
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Image credit HERE
I’ve been cursed since birth
Of knowing the truth
I see a smile and it makes me ache
For a moment, much too short
I discovered the truth that can’t be told
Then as I woke
It was all forgotten once more
You might have thought me poor
Digging for hours in the dirt
Trying to find pieces of my childhood
Yeah…they might have thought me poor
Carrying pieces of sand, acting like there are jewels in my hands…
…See they used to be my own
Earth and dirt to which i belonged
I find me poor these days
With toys already made
Play-doh i did not create
A screen play I did not write
This…none of this… is my own
It’s their thoughts that i came to believe
You might see me looking for a diamond ring, for a white car, to cover up how poor I feel
about what we are
They made sure that her new glasses blocked the rays she used to see
That the magic that distracted her as a child, can no longer be
And so she saw the red, yellow, and green lights
The creature crawled out of her book
And the painting stepped out of the frame
Stranger Paths 