My Process

by Nasser Ismail Elamine
(Lebanon)



I feel the words in my heart
attempting escape
But the words won't depart
without awakening the pain
Be it the sorrow feeling of loss
or the memories embossed
In my soul or the regret after making a mistake
It’s an agonizing period
as I set the words in place
It’s a bitter pleasure
that leaves a blood like taste
But nothing beautiful arises
without sacrifices
Except what the divine all knowing creates

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