She were there
The closest—
But somehow the farthest.

Seeing Kafka in my mirror,
Sympathy clewed in the same desire.
He was lost to his father,
I am lost in not being my mother.

I try not to die between
Two walls closing in—
Those brows lined in anger
Chock me like a hanger
Crushing me,
But again, I ended up
Falling from her eyes.

Arrows from her mouth
Go straight to my heart.
Where are the shields?
I know She’s not my enemy.

Reading emotions in her eyes—
An easy job, a lovely hob_
Sitting on the hand
That tries to be kind,
Waiting for her
To be, proud.

Ashamed of who I am,
Proud of what I have
She hates who I am—
But I love all she is, and all she has.

I bite my nails
Searching for an end.
This waiting is long—
My watch is broken.

She hates my nails.
Should I cut my fingers
If it makes her happy?
But my nails—
They're the only things
That let me feel my pain.

Mom, I wait for you
To feel my mind,
To see my thoughts,
To sit by my side.

By Yasmin.Sh🌻