In The Dark I Held Your Hand Poem by Salma Ahmed

The Beginning
The very same shore, again and again
I lie there with an open hand everynight
And in the other hand a heavy sack of pain.

In the dark I held your hand,
I was half asleep on the sand,
My eyes on the sky but not seeing,
What was held inside its being
Or yours or mine in this spiral,
Holding on, and death is the rival,
And I always thought it to be unfair,
But I hold on when I don't even dare,
To whisper your name into a pitiful breath,
For it to fade away into this darkened death,
I couldn't have told you the secret anymore,
When your heart wasn't on this shore,
In the palm of your hand, in mine,
Hardened and motionless are their lines.


And the time, as cold as it made you,
As much as it made me true,
It was slow and against a stubborn moon,
Holding the twilight from flowing on us soon,
My restless hand, the heart that's beating
Behind the drowsiness of my eyes fleeting,
The purple sky washes over my universe,
To free me from the spiralling curse,
And I look beside me to see the eyes
That belongs to the hand that in mine lies,
And i was surprised to see that they
Belonged to a ghost that gave in to his decay,
A face that looked like yours, only colder,
Supposed to warm my heart, but made it older,


I knew better than this vacant stare,
I knew that it was not time to prepare
My will and give in to the spiralling doom,
For it only ends in the depthes of my tomb,
And then you'll walk into the world tall and free,
Breathing fear like you breathed in me,
So I exhaled the darkness and took in the light,
Turned my heart into gold after the twilight,
And the sun it sent me the courageous truth,
Riding into my limbs like green new youth,
That the only signs of my purposful life,
Started at the edges of your knife,
That death that I always thought was the rival,
Has always been my way to survival
So I got up and dusted myself off from the sand,
You're lying on the shore with a motionless hand.

The End
I never visited that shore again,
But people tell me you're wandering it everynight
Dragging in your hand a heavy sack of pain.