We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is a dormant volcano.
A dormant volcano that resides among the muffled rhythms of our hearts' drums.
We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is written lines on the palms of our hands.
These lines make our fears disappear whenever we look at them.
We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is written on our clingy hands.
These clingy hands that always make us feel more courageous whenever we cling resolutely on our hopes.
We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is an outlet for our pent-up tears.
Our pent-up tears because of our dreams that were shattered under the feet of the pride and injustice of this world.
We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is driven by the blazing fire of many years of frustration.
Many years of frustration under the seemingly quiet ash of our burned dreams.
We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is an imperative expression of the unbridled desire for freedom.
The freedom which is the pure essence of the creative power of all the possible things in this universe.
We fight back not only to win; Fighting back is our only way to retrieve our lost self.
The true self that got hijacked by the belittling, contemptuous, rude eyes of this souls-enslaving world.
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Author:
Samer Amin (
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Comments1
'A dormant volcano
that resides among the muffled rhythms
of our hearts' drums.
We fight back
not only to win; Fighting back
is written lines on the palms of our hands.'
some great insight's
and imagery, fuelled by lived-in words
of life's, overcome obstacles - insuring
empathy, for those we witness - experiencing
that same ill-fated, strife of life.
thanks for sharing, such a wonderful read
Thank you so much my brother for your deep insightful, beautiful, analytical feedback.
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