Fatima Matar فاطمة مطر
Silence is not empty, it's full of answers.
Mar 8, 2016
The nameless gnawing at my heart weighs me down
it has metamorphosed into an animal much larger than me
it has become more than my questions, more than my desires
I was once bounded by my knowing what I am for.. not anymore
the absence of familiar fences brought me a bewilderingly foreign reality.
Somewhere in my tired memory, my old self asked me
how many lives have we lived?
with an indifferent shrug I replied "I only know that we've died before".
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