Writer: Mariam Elsanabary
Editor: Khaled Mohamed
My heart is as dark as the sun
I run away and hide with my rum
Late nights, searching for answers
When he calls should I cancel or answer?
I sat down with my pain again
I asked her, what’s wrong today?
Didn’t we already do this and it was all in vain?
“Seek help,” a voice whispers
What’s the point, she’ll just say you’re an overthinker
And when someone leaves, I am just not a clinger
I care for everyone and all, but leave me alone when I want to fall
Help me stand when I call, but don’t judge my scar from war
“Congratulations, you’ve survived the war, now live with the trauma,”
they warned me before, but I prayed for it to end and nothing else
Little did I know, it’s as ruthless as bombs
And stop hearing my words wrong
All I said was that I felt alone
I never said that the dark was my home
I feel solace in it, but I need to roam the world
So thank you for listening to me whenever I cried
I am still fixing my wings, and soon I will be able to fly
I will make sure I am not an Icarus at heart
before I fly, so that I am never torn apart
