You Were Once a Ghost
written by: Nowar Almihmadi
Am here, stuck in between, wishing am able to be seen.
Why am I not seen?
I sit at the chair that is the extra in the room.
I fear an audience that isn’t mine.
I fear judgment that will never pass by my presence.
I resemble fresh air, but not as needed.
I resemble love, but not as beautiful.
I, the star, wish I was the one who shines and meets the eyes of a soul — I yet never do.
I don’t consider myself real.
I consider my existence a fake fairytale I created to stop witnessing my flaws.
My eyes glisten at something it knows it doesn’t like.
My lips tighten and smile at something it knows is not worthy.
I don’t listen to the beautiful nature melodies:
the canary chirps,
the construction work,
the echo of comfortable laughter,
the sound of the heavy rain getting louder once am standing under the roof.
I don’t listen — it’s like I aim to be forgotten.
Am like a blank paper that people fill with their ink,
and is passed down by others to sign.
Who am I if am not them?
I am a ghost.
People create who I am.
I am a ghost.
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