Let's Cure our Wounds Ahmad Al-Khatat Tears of pain don't hurt us anymore. We collected heavy emotions and grief. We learned how to talk about our feelings, but not how to cure our wounds. We constantly question the things we do. And living has become a harder question than death. True happiness wears mournful clothing. True misery wears clouds and rain. We sit and wait until we learn that destiny had given us a melancholic mindset. Our tongues are the harrowing tales of refugees, hope lays down between the sadness of the grave and in the letters of forgotten soldiers who never return. Empty Like the Rain Nothing but nicotine smoke is running through my lungs, my thoughts are turning into clouds, with death in between. My heart has become full of sorrow and despair I proceeded to inhale my last breath, to explore six feet under. I was raised with painful supports You’re not good enough to work with us You’re not smart enough to earn a degree You’re not responsible enough to marry her No one knows how I really feel I feel the tears on my cheeks I feel the blood above my cuts As yet, I feel empty like the rain. Believing in Yourself Wake up and let the sunshine over your misery darkness. Wake up and let the rain heal and wash away your deepest wounds. Look at your healthy soul. Listen to your heartbeat. And give yourself a chance to see what life has to offer. Smile and don't let haters tell you cannot dream. No matter what anyone says, remember to believe in yourself. Do you know that your eyes shine as the sun shines? every time you achieve something, your will ambitions will increase and uplift you. My Bio Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, The Grey Revolution, and Noemi & Lips of Sweetness. He lives in Montreal, Canada.