By: Ahmed El Sheikh
I reward my distraction with a dance to the tune of sorrow,
and I rearrange my silence so that it does not betray my brokenness.
It is most fitting for me to remove the masks of silence,
and not to kick my pain with poems that drag behind them the tails of grief.
I am the one cast out from the tent of sorrow,
I ignite my body with the flame of hope,
So that memory does not become intoxicated by too much remembrance,
And so that pain does not return me to my first seat among defeats.
