Suffering Poem by Majed Dodeen

Suffering

I am suffering, O my mother!
Can betrayal become honor?
Or a thorn a flower?

I am dying lonely, O my mother!
Can torture become pleasure?
Or tears a river?

I am living stray, O my mother!
Like a child who misses his mother
Or a boat without an oar or a rudder!

Fevers and pains
Oppression and chains

By faith and love, however;
I will be the winner
The winner forever



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Love is something you can't describe
Like the look of a rose,
The smell of the rain,
Or the feeling of forever.