Untitled (open-and-shut)

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I can see you, watching me from a corner
I said nothing, but oh past day and night,
I’m tired, of your cherry picking, parallel,
to wild winter’s spite.

I knew in a nutshell that you deemed me
invisible, heard murmur of voices, rising
like a cloud of ash and smoke.

I can see you, whispering around a corner
I asked nothing but oh past day and night,
I’m tired, of your mudslinging, parallel to,
stars shot down on summer night.

Listen up cause here’s my secret, strength
and dignity are both my clothing. I smile,
and rise above sweet gloom, cause life’s a
roller-coaster, which everyone, has to ride
through.

Believe most valuable things in life cannot
be seen with the naked eye.

 

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

 

18 thoughts on “Untitled (open-and-shut)

  1. Kim M. Russell says:

    I remember this from my youth:
    ‘I knew in a nutshell that you deemed me
    invisible, heard murmur of voices, rising
    like a cloud of ash and smoke’.
    But then, when you get to my again you’re invisible again!
    Nicely written, Sanaa. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Marian says:

    For me this is the clincher:
    “Listen up cause hereโ€™s my secret, strength
    and dignity are both my clothing.”
    Got to keep this front of mind when one becomes invisible.
    Really nice, Sanaa. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Kerry says:

    I smile,
    and rise above sweet gloom, cause lifeโ€™s a
    roller-coaster, which everyone, has to ride
    through.

    These are certainly words to live by.

  4. Jim says:

    My take, Sanaa,
    I’m tired of being treated like a wall.
    I have ears and eyes or did you forget?
    I enjoyed reading your thoughts here.
    ..

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