By: Nour O. ElBorno
A hole in my heart makes it whole again:
Two holes instead of one fill the stuffed
Corners with gaps.
It Makes it easier for blood to run
Instead of having no room for it to roam:
From a cell to another,
From a prison to the next.
It floats inside like a flat
Floating on a third floor
In a twenty-storey building
Full of stories, too.
One about loss, the other about finding
And a third missing as the person is gone as well.
The will of creating harmony between
My red cells and white ones
I find myself taking no side
As I have lost some inside
Due to the stuffed corners
Which were filled with gaps.
It’s not easy to survive
Nor is it easy to stay alive
Live broadcast from the heart:
Run before there’s no place to hide.
Here are some tips to hear before
You go to the wild:
Wild animals can be shaped like pets;
So close to you and great at thefts;
So dear to your heart
And hurt you best.
Fear the squirrels not the bears
For bears can be seen: so slow, so big.
Yet the squirrels can run: so fast, so small.
Hide above a tree and you fall,
Behind it and you’re exposed,
Beneath it and you’re gone for good.
It’s good to stand before it and fight;
If then you end up beneath it,
You wouldn’t have left for nothing
Thus your grave will lift a legend
Not just a passing myth.
You will have lived and died
Not just died and once again died.