there are days that my mind blows in circles
full pressure towards the same place.
some days
I cannot find daylight
and night time stays dark.
I’d say that every cloud has a lining,
that rain stops,
but it’s only to breathe, begin again.
my heart is full of scars
my hands are full of…
There are hours that I stare at the rain
tapping the window—
it feels like more than me and
nothing else feels real:
sadness isn’t even a memory;
happiness
feels so fragile,
a distant dream.
my hands are full of
on sunny days
you said you’d be there,
and in the moments that you were
the clouds cleared
for a sweet second.
I felt you close
my heart never felt so light.
breathing was easy
I felt your breath in my hair,
how your shirt was damp from my tears.
I felt your hands tight on my shoulders
shaking, shaking
harder now your breath pushes against me—
a strong wind, promised rainfall
I cannot stop but watch
spinning, spinning
my hands were full of
and suddenly, you disappeared.
Thunder cracked
it is everything and nothing
I cannot clear the sky
there will always be rain
there won’t always be you.
I cannot decide which is worse
ever still
my mind is full of you but
my hands are full of
nothing.
Author: Menna Siwan
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