I write in circles
happiness in the start
by the middle my words are a bore
why do you even read my poems
why do you care?
now were at the end
and tears are in your eyes
You quiver
you sniffle,
are my words
are my thoughts
the devil?
seconds pass
smiles
you say that was beautiful
what did I miss?
How could you be happy about this?

I lost myself between the folds of a fairy tale
Enchanted, embedded beneath a deep scale,
Seven years old ,I was a  little girl with pony tail
So excited as  a happy duck learning how to sail,
Holding my mom's hand so tightly trying not to fail ...

We went for shopping in that happy spring day
Enjoying the gentle breeze in that month of may,
So curious was me to follow a colorful butterfly
As i jumped and crossed over  the street ,
A peculiar oddness  spread in a hasty heart beat ...

Suddenly my heart felt a weird ache
Once I saw no mother's hand to take ,
I felt a mysterious melancholy stretching all over my veins
As I muttered "mom!" with jumbled voice and teary eyes ,

There was no one to hear my call but a gentle guy ,
As he  took my hand and comforted me with a cheerful smile
Calling me :"oh ! dear princess ,don't cry it's all about a crossing mile",

I drunk a bittersweet cup of water mingled with my salty tears ,
Waiting in his coffee shop for minutes which seemed like years..
Long I stood there , Deep drowning in my dark  fears

My mom's heart was earnestly sunk in her keenest frustration
For she lost her luster  of soul and  glimpse of inspiration ..
She tried her best to find this lost playful doll,
She asked  a police man who didn't care at all ,

She got over her fears and followed her heart
Which alluded her to that coffee shop standing apart;
Finding her little girl watching her favorite cartoon,
While she sent a warm hug with a shivering heart so soon ...

Our both hearts melted ardently with rapturous happiness
For we restored our souls with loving cheerful radiance ...

So grateful was mom's esteem for my savior dear gentle man
He was a my charming hero who  kept me as safe as he can ...


It was as delicate as a butterfly's wing
And as menacing as a knife in the dark ...
Still lingers in our memory immersing deepest feelings,
Thanking Allah  for the delightful rescue and healing ...

Your smile,your eyes ,your pretty voice ...
Brought me light ,appealed my soul to rejoice ...

I am enough.

I wish that with these words I could craft
a warm nest to nuzzle in
or a pair of cupped hands
or an alcove of bubble wrap

I wish that with these words I could
protect you from the harsh ones
or not let you see the stares
or shield your worrying mind from its own thoughts

But I can't.

no matter what words I write
they cannot create a shelter

no matter how hard I hug you
you are still exposed to the world

no matter how many "Its okay"'s I whisper
you still shake your head in disbelief

I'm sorry my words aren't enough
I cant craft them into an alcove of safety
or hide you from the judgmental world
or comfort you until you're truly okay.

But what I can offer is this:
a shoulder to cry on
lips to give advice from
arms to receive a hug from

and a friend whose heart and soul loves you.

I know
Under those bright eyes
Run rivers of mascara
Wiped out of view

I know
Behind that smile
Your muscles ache from being
Forced into the same shape

I know
After every "I'm fine"
your cry: I'm not is
Brushed off your shoulder

I know
Within every silent tear
There's a scream
not not letting itself pass your lips

I know
How hard is it
To keep those
Hidden feelings

I know
How hard it is
To tell someone
To ask for help

I know
One day, some day
I will look back on this
And I will not hide them anymore

~E.Y.