My body my cage
A glance of a twitch (intifada)
A dark image
In a room of dreams
No fixed light
On shadows
I’m standing on a stage
Waiting
I dust off the dust
From yesterday’s shirt
A confined mind
By the whip of desire
It’s hard to infiltrate the unknown
Pain, dilemma and pleasure,
Rhythm and rhyme of heart beats.
Nothing is written on papers
on body
These are soul wounds
Which Became ink.
I fight for freedom
Freedom of mind
Not through choice
But
Through the existence of a voice.
Inside the body
I refuse slavery,
Self-slavery.
My body is a locked cage
My soul is a bird
Leading me to
jump
To brake through the delusion
And To brake free from chains of fear
On my path of freedom.
sailing boat,
A promise of suffering
A moment
Outside of the room
From darkness of oneself
Flower of the wild
Playing with petals of light
Written
as tiny splinters
On papers.
Words
that chased me
Several decades,
With hostility, they flourished
Hostility of servitude
self – servitude.
Larbi [email protected]
