The Audacity,
In the Face of Pain,
In the face of the Malak Al-Mawt,
When Death wore all its Masks,
Still led me to the same door,
Death made Sense.
In all its Shades,
All times, every Second, Every Minute,
The Days became unending,
Even in the face of You God,
Your Love,
Your divinity, and the People you Bought me,
These sweet Gifts of Mangoes,
These dates, amaranth, and Cacao,
These Hearts of People,
Who show up, and show up, and show up,
How their beauty shines through,
In their Details,
All these people who’ve walked aside me,
All those who i’ve had the Gift of Staying by Me,
Whilst I laid dead, bLoody, Purple Grape, Wounds hanging open,
My insides in my mouth,
BloodRed, Poisonous, Like pomegranates behaving like grenades,
Bleeding,
How they walked with me,
Even if it was for a Moment,
I never forget.
How could I?
Yet,
Even in the Face of this.
I wanted to die.