أسألُ نفسي: لكن إلى أين؟
I cut off the roots that anchor me to the ground.
I will call existence and tell it to comply with me
My invisible middle finger is a flag of peace, only when you think I’m kidding
Let your pain come to the surface. Allow it to breathe the air and see that it has no place within.
What souls it can mend!
There are days I want to stop fighting until I remember that everybody wants to stop and that is why we keep breaking plates keep reading poetry keep burning candles