The Unseen And The Long Way Home Poem by Eman Awad

Unaware of what my hands can do,
or what my mind can read,
and what my soul can conquer, i walk.
I pass by you and i pass by you,
some thing that i mostly need,
and to my self i whisper and i talk.
There is no signs but i know one day,
i'll be back home even if not alive to feel.
I've been gone too far and away,
did you miss me? though i'm not seen, am i real?
I think i wander in circles now,
that i pass you by in each step i take.
But night is day and some how,
i know this road is winding and my heart break.
But some thing tells me that i can fly,
over those lands and see who i love.
I raise my hands i scream and i cry,
i can't get higher even an inch above.
But i'm home at a time,
and i'm dying slowly in my pain.
You who used to be mine,
how can i not touch you again?
And how can you wish to touch me,
when i'm holding your hands so tight?
And how do you walk away from me,
and say you'll be back another night?
But i swallow my agony with pride,
i've chosen not to choose my destiny.
I know i'm weak when you're not on my side,
but one day, sure, you'll be meeting me.
Unaware of that light coming from every where,
still, i strive to find a way back to me again.
My mind read those thoughts already but i don't care,
can you see my face if i tried to kiss you in the rain?