My Hero - Poem by Sarrah Ibrahim
Told me I was useless.
Lowest of the low.
Accused me of stealing,
to fulfil your fantasy of yourself.
In ultimate control.
Slapped my world,
your filthy slippers upon my face.
Ignored my tears,
Faith was too much to have in me,
To fall or fly in life mattered not,
Stabbed my mum repeatedly,
the sharpest of words..
Where is that humanity?
Banished my friends,
Ensured my loneliness in the world,
Crushed the thinnest wall of happiness i stored away,
Blew away the crumbs of hope,
Snatched my childhood,
from my very tight grips,
scarred my hands.
..yet, couldn't make my heart hate you..
For you were flesh and blood.
Simply, a let-loose-kite,
caught within a tree,
So close and far away from the sky,
But no matter,
I had a hero.
Gave me strength to blink away the tears,
Laugh at Satan,
Honey, you're not breaking me.
I'd write his name upon the dusty corners,
call his name between sobs..
beg to show self,
It'll be ok when you come,
He'll be here.
Right down the road,
Searching for the hero within this man,
Saw it before.. swear,
Appreciate the rain now.
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