
Until When: The Journey Of A Refugee
They Journey to no mans land,
Walking on the road,
dry land filled with anguish and sorrow,
to a destination filled with hopes,
From a distance, one can see the horizon with endless rays of
colours.
Lost in the ocean, I hear different waves,
wondering is this the one that takes my hopes away,
avoided drowning in the sand,
a minute not a second later,
what greeted me was an open door and a kind heart.
A single human gave me a kind bread,
with eyes more blue than the ocean,
My first letter to my parents was sent away,
after months of impatience,
I heard that they passed away,
I tried to stay strong, and rise up with the hands that held me so
close,
breaking the powerful thoughts that want to turn my heart cold and
blue.
I was born is a society raised with emotions put in a vase,
silently growing with no escape,
Here stands before me endless faces,
that hope to take away my pain with no traces,
just like the tears that run down my face,
like an estuary trying to find an escape,
the scars in my heart runs so deep,
no where to keep, except to reach for the empty hand in my
dreams.
I promised, I promised to come back,
wipe their tears away,
fight their fears,
help them accomplish the dreams that they once held so dear.
Now they are gone,
an opportunity lost, left with a grieving heart.
Back to reality,
my future is on the table,
nothing is stable,
like a marble on a flat glas,
my life is from one home to another city,
to renewed hope to thousands of decisions
to caged emotions,
trapped with the worst of demons,
false hope, hand tied with a rope.
Until when do I get stability,
Until when do I start making progress,
Until when do I stop feeling powerless,
Until when does my life become worth in someone’s eyes,
Not to be another statistic or a bad code to erase,
Until when can my dreams be valued and appreciated,
Until when can I stop my heart from turning cold an blue,
Until when can I get my chance,
Walking on the road,
dry land filled with anguish and sorrow,
to a destination filled with hopes,
From a distance, one can see the horizon with endless rays of
colours.
Lost in the ocean, I hear different waves,
wondering is this the one that takes my hopes away,
avoided drowning in the sand,
a minute not a second later,
what greeted me was an open door and a kind heart.
A single human gave me a kind bread,
with eyes more blue than the ocean,
My first letter to my parents was sent away,
after months of impatience,
I heard that they passed away,
I tried to stay strong, and rise up with the hands that held me so
close,
breaking the powerful thoughts that want to turn my heart cold and
blue.
I was born is a society raised with emotions put in a vase,
silently growing with no escape,
Here stands before me endless faces,
that hope to take away my pain with no traces,
just like the tears that run down my face,
like an estuary trying to find an escape,
the scars in my heart runs so deep,
no where to keep, except to reach for the empty hand in my
dreams.
I promised, I promised to come back,
wipe their tears away,
fight their fears,
help them accomplish the dreams that they once held so dear.
Now they are gone,
an opportunity lost, left with a grieving heart.
Back to reality,
my future is on the table,
nothing is stable,
like a marble on a flat glas,
my life is from one home to another city,
to renewed hope to thousands of decisions
to caged emotions,
trapped with the worst of demons,
false hope, hand tied with a rope.
Until when do I get stability,
Until when do I start making progress,
Until when do I stop feeling powerless,
Until when does my life become worth in someone’s eyes,
Not to be another statistic or a bad code to erase,
Until when can my dreams be valued and appreciated,
Until when can I stop my heart from turning cold an blue,
Until when can I get my chance,
Until when….
Suhikubz
My name is Suhad, born and raised in Somalia But currently living in Sweden. I Love writting and everything that is to do with art. I am inspired by moments and Thats Where i derive most of My poem from. The journey of my poetry is to empower people by being unapologetically themselves. If I am given the opportunity, I would love to make that difference in people's lives.
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Beautifully written Suhad. Mashaallah well done