The tearing

 

I should have been a sculptor
I’m so good at carving things out of myself,
severing,
tearing,
cutting away at unneeded fabric,
perhaps, to return as naked to my Lord,
as I was given to my mother,
or perhaps I have become so stained with guilt,
yes, it’s definitely guilt.

I smile then,
whilst everyone is trying to become more,
here I am trying to become less.

-Wesam El dahabi

You’re always being lied to, always.
Stop trying to mend,
stop the pretend,
the last thing you want is baggage sitting on your shoulders,
garbage in your throat,
robotic with answers,
ridden with societal cancers,
finding comfort in the gloat,
yet an empty,
and meaningless bloat.
Start stripping yourself of dignity,
throw your pride to the wall,
flee,
naked if you have to,
before you take your fall.
Your image doesn’t matter that much,
neither does your honour.

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