The Poet

People will see me

I see me

I have nowhere to hide

I am withering away

But they watch me still

I cannot go on

Time moves differently here

I am stiff and silent

and I float through the walls

My brains gone numb by the television

I do not know

How I can be enough

There are rules to being human

and lessons to learn

Be my teacher

I want nothing to do with men

They are cruel creatures

Yet you call my name

Announcing us as one

I will long for my homeland
Until I come back

In the diaspora,
It is uneven and unholy.

All I long for is Jerusalem.

It is discomforting for me 

To even imagine you

How far away you live

Yet remain to haunt me

If everything will be oblivion

It may be now

I bloom a beautiful thought

I fulfill my purpose

Nothing can fix the brokenness
That I hold
I carry it every single day
And that is okay

Because we are all broken or will be someday

My entire universe collapsed
Then rose
That which never changed is how much I love you
With my full soul