When I Feel Nostalgic Poem by Hala Emad

"When I feel Nostalgic.."

My life depends on carrying the poem
On my shoulders or let it roam
If I carried it
Means I handed her my soul again to control
If I let go of it
Means I threw my inspiration low in a deep hole
I'm very puzzled
But in the bosom of your eyes
I wait for certainty not lies
Say that the abandonment needs a wonder
That Moses's stick is what I require
If my right hand owns that
Say: "Rhyme" is what you write
On the sky face in height
And rain sound shakes fast
High above the buildings, you might
Say the letter drinks my heart
And I'm stray or lost
Just two words reinstate me quite
Say that vision is a part
Of prediction and hurt
And light defeats darkness the most
When of two fires it comes out