By Nour ElBorno
Some wounds cut us deep
Like sudden thorns do;
And they fight their way inside us
Like tomorrows can never come.
Some wounds take so much of our souls
That physical pain is no match;
And sometimes the hurt is too tough
That we cannot take it out.
Some wounds are like sudden sunrays
That surround our eyes
After long time in the dark.
It burns – slowly –
Until we could see one more time.
Some wounds entomb our hearts
That the beats are slow;
And slowly our souls are dragged outside.
Some wounds open doors for light
And some force light to leak out.
And those wounds that heal:
They imprison the pain inside;
And are shut closed for life.