I’m attracted to
eyes that have hurt burned into them
Skin that is dry from self flagellation
Tongues that are heavy with words unspoken
I enjoy their hurt, abandonment and silence
But it makes me wonder,
Am I a bad person for being attracted to their woes,
or am I saintly for seeing it.
-Wesam El dahabi
I feel guilty for seeing vulnerabilities sometimes,
but I feel joy when I can express their realities,
to people with a little prose,
show, that they’re in my sights.
When I can unveil the reality of their state,
for the world to see in vivid colour,
and remove the anchors of taboo,
the stigmas of non-acknowledgement,
the stares of non-acceptance.
There is far more beauty,
in the processes of hurt and healing,
than there is in mediocrity and complacency.
And this is how I breathe,
this is how I exhale,
a resuscitation into their mouth.