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.
