The Gates Poem by Salma Ahmed

The Gates



I have opened up this gate and I know not why,
Or when or how my mind had convinced me,
To go right through it and cross the edges of the sky,
And stars and oceans without water to walk on free.

Maybe my mind was tired and in need,
To reside somewhere solid, but not human ground,
Solid enough to hold it stable without strangling weed,
Yet distant enough that there's only my own sound.

I found the ground, and the hollow light of a star,
on a vast distace and I am at peace, but I'm alive,
After they said peace was in death, but death seems far,
From this land I discovered at the dungeons of my strive.

Had I said I don't believe in the unbelievable,
I wouldn't have opened up my soul to this land,
Of beautifully arranged chaoes with inconceivable
Versions of my imperfection in the work of my hand.

For I am the one who planted this twisted tree,
Amidst the flattened meadow of purple grass,
And then made each leaf that it reflects the sea,
At the end of the world as it shatters at walls of glass.

And I am the one who enchanted the fairies,
With their own magic and their own colors,
And then waited everynight as they collected berries,
Then brought them in baskets with rainbow-colored covers.

And in the stream endlessly changing beside my heart,
My eyes drowned in the jumps of every dolphin,
Each taking away a thought, a dream, as they depart,
But I know their names, carved in stones under my skin.

I have lived and endured the novelty,
Of this secret place and embraced myself inside
It, even though every corner filled it with ambeguity,
And my crystal ball for once can't predict my next stride.

But to walk in the world of your own soul,
Not understanding, but enduring with genuine affection,
Its addiction to the world outside the gates and after all,
To know that perfection is a losing battle to your imperfection.

I have opened up this gate and I know not why,
Or when or how my mind had convinced me,
To bury the fear of my humanity and fly
Higher than galloping seagulls of my heart's sea.

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Salma Ahmed

Salma Ahmed

Cairo, Egypt
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