If My Pain

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Written during Israel – Hamas war, after writing about Kfir Bibas being held hostage.

If my pain were a fire extended from my heart,

It would be the tallest torch of fire; it would incinerate the world found in its path with the reddest most roaring flames.

If my pain was a quicksilver, cutting sword,

Slice would it through the darkest shades of diamond with its sharp jagged edges.

If my pain were projected from the layers of my heartbeat,

A convulsed instant collapse for any unfortunate soul who stepped in the way of waves of the pain.

If my pain were the blackness unfurled in the night sky,

Blankets of black would haze and consume the brightest diamond lights.

If consume could my pain any vestige of light found left in this world,

To devour the sun, is the strength of the black cloud in me.

If my pain broke free –

I would scream.