Exiled Sentence Poem by Nathalie Handal

Exiled Sentence



Most exiles do not take enough with them—
some obtain new lands, new identities
others return to the empty corridors of their sleep
in a place they are certain they can always call home;
but most hold on to a sentence as if it were a coat
that will protect them from sun prisons,
a sentence that will grow
the way we grow, leave ourselves
like silence leaves a home
it can no longer love.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: suffering
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Nathalie Handal

Nathalie Handal

French / Palestinian / American
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