Familiar Stranger Poem by Sarrah Ibrahim

"Well done" I was told,
"Now why do they say you're stupid? " they joked.
Come home soon.
Me?
Shame.
Anger.
Regret.
Confusion.
Lost faith.
Sighed.
Dressed the wound,
Pressed hard on it,
Let it heal.
Followed my legs to that favourite spot,
Made that dreadful call,
Small talks,
Kind faced old man.
..THATS when you heard me,
Saw me,
Like nobody ever did.
For the first time,
didn't shut the door,
kept it wide open,
met your gaze,
answered your questions,
kept nothing to the voices in my head alone,
returned your smiles
Took off that veil,
Heard my heartbeat recognize you,
Surprised myself,
Talked for hours,
About future, past and present,
Age, family and hobbies,
Faith, ambitions and skills,
Origin, occupation and hometown,
Rest of the world forgotten..
Needed to translate?
S.P.E.L.L it out?
I will remember to be spontaneous.