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

Forget

I wondered if he’d forgotten

As we fell from the sky

As our form touched the sands

And our being materialized

I wondered if I too will forget

The reason I chose this body

Will I soon regret

The heaviness it brings

As gravity sinks

It’s teeth into my bones

Then I blinked twice

And I remembered

Nothing

After my first cry

 

Foggy Mornings

Foggy morning

Tall grass

I lay awake

Raindrops covering my face

My roots grow to the sky

As I lie

Reaching to the God I can not see

Foggy morning days

Chill my bones

Foggy morning days

Call me home

And I dare not resist

The Moon

I rushed to meet the full moon

As I could finally see her face

A month of waiting could not be replaced

And as the moon turn around I knew

The rock looked much like you

My imaginary childhood friend

You survived this long

You were with me till the end

I wondered how your face was never changed

From Iraq to America

And somehow it did not feel strange

To befriend the moon

Dictionary

You are more than

A name

A gender

A career choice

You are what’s underneath

Buried deep

And between a definition and another

The essence was lost

Let’s put it back together

And leave definitions for those

Unsure of who they are

I find no need for man-made

Dictionaries

Strong

This time

I proved my own self wrong

I made my wish with a desire so strong

That even the gods couldn’t refuse it

I stood at the gates of hell

Banging on the flames they held

Wishing to have fled

Before their warnings

And I made it out alive

For you and I

To once more

Be embraced by heaven

I proved myself wrong

When I thought I could not be strong

Enough to withstand this hell I’m in

Tell me why do you keep on giving in?

Point of View

There’s a subtle difference in our understanding

The picture you paint

And the one I see

Are different

But I nod

Understanding

There is a subtle difference

In our experience

And the memories I had

Are sightly different

Than those you had

Laying next to me

 

Dam

He said

My words

Are not truly mine

I don’t feel the inspiration all the time

Like a river that has run dry

My fruits die

And I

Wait for the dam

To break loose

I ask him

Why

Does he continue to rely

On others to tear down the block

He looks at me with a shock

He realizes

He’s had the tools all along

Feeling empowered and strong

He breaks the barriers

And writes a new song