You were once my dream, my shelter, my pride
You were one in a million wherever I flied,

You were the safest place for me to hide,
You were the reason i was able to glide,


Now, innocent people are passing by,
Leaving us heartless and barely hanging by,

I don’t even know how i feel inside,
There’s a fire inside me I cannot ignite,


Broken, shattered and dead inside
The only thing left is my soul outside,

Alone, damaged in this cold and icy skies,
Shaking, shimmering, hoping Lebanon will rise


Not now, not today, not even tomorrow
Lebanon, i can feel your pain, aggression and sorrow

You were once my guide, my inspiration, my smile
Now I don’t even know how many ****** clothes you’ve piled.

Navigating mercy

An asylum harbor from afar

Here, in the gloaming of your closed
notebooks

A faint-hearted horizon

And the wide beam sea

Two days out from despair

The written word will capsize
you, Anne

God is in your typewriter
and where the boats so often go