Art: Asmaa Al-Whidy

Scattered like ink
on white paper,
lost like a motherless child,
broken like a cup
fallen from a trembling hand,
dizzy like winter waves,
a mess like the floor
after a wedding party,
fading
like a flock of birds in the sky,
untouchable
like wind in air yet
stacked with emotions
and ready to burst.

My vibrant self drifts away –
a toy boat drowned
in the river’s current.
Gone, too, are our memories,
our laughter, our joy.
An empty frame
that once contained our family
hangs on a broken wall.