By Mohammad A. Yousef
Life is a tragedy, confront it,
as shadows stretch across the day,
with laughter caught in a breath
and tears falling like swift rain.
In the mirror, we see our hopes,
fractured pieces of a smiling face,
the wistful glimmer of summer dreams
clashing with the stinging chill of reality.
Notice the child in the park,
swinging high, reaching up to the sky,
arms wide open,
fearless amid the whispers of fate.
But inside, storms brew and rattle,
like distant drums, reaching the heart,
anguish weaves through our stories,
drawing lines we never wished to cross.
There is beauty wrapped in sorrow,
a soft glow in the darkest hour,
the warmth of a friend's hand,
the echo of love in abandoned places.
We stumble, falter, and get back up,
fighting the weight of what we cannot change,
speaking truths in fragile voices,
our hearts heavy yet fiercely bright.
Why do we shy away from the pain,
the cuts and bruises of life's canvas?
Each scar is a word on our body,
each frown a brushstroke of depth.
Let us stand in the face of chaos,
where despair dances with hope,
and find solace in every tear shed,
for through the darkness, we still learn to glow.
Together, we weave our tales of grit—
the laughter, the fear, the embrace of loss.
In confronting the tragedy,
we discover a strength within.
So, step forward, hand in hand,
bold against the tides of fate,
for life is a story, every chapter claimed,
and in the heart of conflict, we dare to confront it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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