It’s My Birthday. Poem by Raouf Reda

And I am still staggering on a dangers life road.
My tears are soft and innocent.
Now it grabs my head with its masculine hands and weighs it to the ground.
My sick body refuses to continue, but my feet refuses to stop.
My tears form rivers of poison.
Reflecting my inner sorrow and deep sadness.
I feel death dancing all over me.
Staring me in the face with his small dark eyes.
Poking life out of me with every spoken word.
My legs are weak, I can no longer stand.

I fall into my memories and cry.
It is quickly tainted by my impure blood.
I had past the stage of frightened, I am in fear.
I feel dirty, I feel low, I feel used.
I want the pain to go away. I have nothing on the inside of me.
It has been removed and devoured.
My joyful spirit has died, now the rest of me will now start to give in and decay.
I can't die now.
I still want to live
It’s my Birthday regardless sickness & pain.
I still have wonders to set free.
And for now I am praying to stand strongly on my feet.
Forgetting everything just celebrating my birthday.
Wish my soul peace, my body relief and to me a happy birthday.