Survival, a poem by Hend Hamed Ezzeldin at
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written by: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin



Lost in between three:
Me, I, and she.
She wants to go back home,
to search for a time that was,
A self: dead and buried in the past.
And I:
I don’t believe in exorcism.
I can’t wake her up from the remnants
of death.
But me – still smells the rain,
Amidst the debris of disappointment,
Of loss and want.
Is hope really dangerous?
She believed it is treacherous.
The bridge will eventually fall apart,
and survival will grow into
An impossible art.

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