In the eyes of the world
I’m a wreck
A train-crash
A disaster no longer waiting to happen,
But in full flood …
And perhaps I am
In the eyes of the world
I’m walking wounded,
Stumbling –
Blinded, heedless –
Towards a precipice …
And perhaps I am
In the eyes of the world
I’m kamikaze,
Hurtling at full speed
Towards a chosen,
Certain annihilation …
And perhaps I am
But the world doesn’t hear
The song my heart sings
When my gaze falls on your face, habiba.
The world doesn’t feel
The beat of my blood
When your voice sounds in my ears, habiba.
The world doesn’t know
The hum in my chest
When my words raise a smile on your lips, habiba.
You see, world,
What looks to you
Like shattered stumbling
Is, in reality, a dance
To a tune you don’t hear.
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