Fourteen Years Ago

Fourteen years ago,

I had a dream.

A bitter - sweet one.

A dream that kept me with butterfly.

and joyous of a child.

I prayed

and Prayed.

I prayed so hard

day and night.

I imagined,

I planed,

every second

and every moment.

Day after day,

Year after year.

Decades passed away

until my dream faded away.

Chattels have been forgotten

Yearning, has been lost.

Longing, has gone by the wind

Little did I know,

by the time I’ll grow.

Perspectives, shaped me.

Standpoint, evolved me.

Time passes,

Prayers answered,

God responses.

But difficult was it 

to perceive it.

Doors were open

once again.

To the moment

We’ve been all waiting for.

It’s right here

in front of you.

Sweep hands

for second chances 

and new beginnings.

Warm words

to heal the wounds.

Sorrow and grief 

I could see in your hazel brown eyes.

But you forgot,

you may forgive

but never forget.

Tried so hard

but difficult was it.

Never belonged here

and will never be.

That is right now.

Who knows 

what life is folding.

Pain, 

I hear the cries

I feel the silent moaning 

every night.

Succumbed.

Perish slowly,

And buried alive.

Fourteen years ago,

I had this dream.

- Nesma Attiatalla