Friday, September 21, 2012

~I'm finally home~

Woman in gold by coloursplash
Woman in gold, a photo by coloursplash on Flickr.

How funny..divorce is so connected to loneliness ..
Separate life ...detachments .. Broken chain...
Yet, there I am..grasping on the sun
The bounty spreads it's path
To lonely me ..
I'm aware of the broken chain
The life of my children
Far away from their dad
The rays hand me a hand
Snatch me out
From my pool of tears and uncertainty
Gifts me, with supporting hearts
Folding me with warmth
For real, I have been shivering for so long
How warm to feel their embrace
I can not believe, that I'm finally
I have returned back home
Within this worn out self
Never knew that there will be
A home sheltering me
With nothing but love
I could feel my heart beat once again
Breathing, new fresh air
A new daylight that I never thought it exist
For I have been lost through the night
I would not have believed
That the sun really can rise
Taking away darkness
Truly taking away the night
A new morning fresh air
What all matters now is Im finally home

Copyright 2012 nasra al adawi

Saturday, September 15, 2012

~I'm learning my lessons ~

So I have passed the phase of crying
Im no longer a victim of life
Nor I carry a label of fragile
Emotions are hurting but not breakable
There is life awaiting
Just beyond shores of tragedy
And tears can always be wiped
Strength is deep within
Can only surface
if one is ready to afloat it
I understood that strength is built
One step at a time
Like dose of medicine
That slowly cease physical pain
Whining has to end a mile
So here it is one step at a time
Grasping, learning, building
What was not existing ..
Here comes the feel of willpower
Forgiveness to oneself
But ultimately certain ..I'm beyond hurting
At whatever life circumstances holds
Whether joy, worry, loss and tears
Life carries all colors variations
One can only submit to its touches
I stand here to be just your student
Learning the lessons that presents
As there are simply lessons of life

Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

The Battle For Life

14 / 365 Sprouts by Vincent MiloneRrr
14 / 365 Sprouts, a photo by Vincent Milone on Flis
Then the days drags with that pain. With meaningless destination. You realize death had also rejected you, so dying would not end your agony

Searching what are the reason for living, what push you to wake up everyday. The reason that you are alive, keeps moving into thinking and analysis. You question yourself what make you live. Then, there they are, a big smile on her face...and a cry from his baby face...demanding your attention, asking you to hold their hands... Asking you to hold them and carry are their carrier for their feet are still not strong enough to take their steps on their own....little kisses here...little bites from time to time..followed by tiny laughter... Whatever it is They catch your breath as they give you a heartily smile...that comes are here for a reason... You are on a holy you are gift of future generation

So that is the power drag your feet out of bed..
Their lives depends on you...then comes realization that time heals all what seems a deep wound ...they are the miracle that keeps you wanting to go on and wanting to live once more for not just for yourself for their future is in your hands ...

The battle for life

There you are
All broken
A tree that is witnessing its end
Still more to come
As the weather keeps battering
Of what it seems to be remained
All the surface of what you are
Of leaves and twigs
Have turned into ashes
Yet I could feel the vibe
Weak but still beating
Your heartbeats screams
That you are alive
Among all the tragedy that you battled
A willpower beyond yourself
Then blessing pours
As you were just on verge of loosing
Of what have remained of your sight
At that time seemed to be a blurry hope
Rain falls recharging
Igniting remains of roots
Your submission to hope
Sensory awakes
A new life begins
A sprout out of old roots

Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi