Rasha Darra

Edition XXI

Trying - by Rasha Darra (Photo by Tarek Roumie)Photo credit: Tarek Roumie


By Rasha Darra

Chipped my fingernails until they were raw and bleeding
Pushed myself until nothing was left
Gave my all when no one was trying
And still I am stuck as I am

I am a river forever bleeding
The sound of my flow resounding in my ears only
Lost and unheard I remain,
Forgotten in the abyss of I tried and I failed

Yet my voice will not be drowned any longer
The swish-swosh of my flow will be heard so clearly
no one would be able to drown out the sound
I am unfinished, still untried in the habit of leaving

Giving up is not in my nature,
Although I am so close to going over the edge
perrr perr perrr, my voice will ripple stronger by the second and,
I will shine brighter.

Edition XXIII

Reflections - by Rasha Darra (Photo by Suzan Zorba)Photo credit: Suzan Zorba


By Rasha Darra

light rays hit and reflect,
body, person, object.
light rays hit and reflect,
transforming eyesight into judgments.
doubts crisscross and settle,
thoughts are overthought.
actions taken too far,
bodies abused, objects broken.
and yet light rays hit and reflect, 
unaware, undaunted, unflinching.

Edition XXV

Color - by Rasha Darra (Photo by Rasha Darra)Photo credit: Rasha Darra


By Rasha Darra

Indecisiveness is not a color that suits me,
I pour water on myself again and again,
Yet, it remains.
I try again to shake it off me, this time rubbing my hands to wash it away
Using soap, oil, alcohol,
Nothing works.

Indecisiveness is not a color that suits me,
Or so I think,
I am not always right.
Again, I try; more determined, more stubborn
Still it sticks to me,
Like a dead fly swatted; stuck and unflinching.

Indecisiveness is not a color that suits me,
This time I scream it,
I want it to go away,

After trials and trials of me in denial,
I conclude,
Indecisiveness is not a color at all
It simply is, if you let it be.
And is not, if you pay it no heed.

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