Almost Sacrified Poem by Atef Ayadi

I lived
A long life with a wrong map - after all it was not mine, it was given to me when I was a child.-
It is like living in a home that it is not yours,
leaving with someone else memories, or having
Someone else words, feelings, and thoughts.

It is ugly to wake up and realize that
I was inhabited by ghosts for decades.
It is ugly to wake up and realize that
I almost lost the growing child inside me.