I’m holding
These memories painfully crushing my dawns,
When freedom was caging in terrors’ homelands.
For finding the pace, the truth, the solace,
I’m fully aware I might need to dare
Admitting my pain, again and again,
Waltzing together in this stormy weather,
So, we can both tie releasing the cry.
Accepting the past, the smog, and the dust.
I’m strong as a feather,
Yet able to bend for reaching the end
Of what fears penned.
I’m holding
The lands of my thoughts, connecting the dots
Between shadows’ tones, while running alone
Away from the dark, still carrying the mark
Of murdering threat… Forgive, not forget.
Yet learning to spell the peace out its shell.
