Ring

I had a gold ring

Mine

Given to me by my mom

And her mom before her

A legacy

I had a gold ring

Mine

I never took it off

Until you came in

A tragedy

I had it on my finger

Always and forever

It glistened at night 

And shined at day

Wondrously

You came in 

Another ring came in

I thought it was mine

I took off my legacy

Another tragedy

A few months later

Your ring is not shining

Your ring is not glistening

It’s dim

You dimmed my fire

Its brightness wore off

It became so wide

It is not fitting me

It used to

But it just doesn’t anymore

You took off

You left

Your ring fell off on its own

It is not fitting any longer

Despite my trials to make it fit

Now I bought me a new ring

A ring that fits me perfectly

Yours was too wide

I just didn’t see through its tightness

My mother’s is too legendary as well

Now I bought myself a new ring

A ring that shines at day as I smile when I wake up

And cries with me at night when I am sitting alone in the balcony 

Crying over the ring that I thought would fit me perfectly 

But didn’t

Now I got me a new ring

A ring that fits my life perfectly

Wrapped around my finger

Always and forever

With a lesson carved on its inside

Never to be taken off

Even if another perfect ring arrives

I Can See the Black Within the Rainbow Colours

Co-writter: Rou'a Nafea (my Twisted Sister)

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I can see the black within the rainbow colours
This brightness is so dark and stressful
These colourful splashes are gashes, running deep in me
My emotions are running rivers of desolation
Drowning the air bubbles that strive to survive

I can see the black within the rainbow colours
I can see all the sad parts in the lives around me
I can see death within the life you’re leading
And the pain in your luring laughter
Yet I can manage to look past all the appearances
Reaching deep within the heart and soul of the universe
I’m a superhuman, and my superpower is restoring me to life.

I can see the black within the rainbow colours
I can feel the sun rays as rain of hail breaking my head open
Crushing me over
This light is burdening me
It’s crippling me, hindering my growth
Shoving my screams down my bleeding throat
I’m choking

I can see all the black within these “happy” colours
I can see bloodshed in the red
Envy in the green 
And sickly paleness in the yellow
I can only see the death in each story
My heart isn’t beating for life,
It’s beating to reach its final destination.

I can see the black within the rainbow colours
And it’s hurting me not to see the happy polka dots
It’s hurting me not to see the smiles and triumphs
The moon shine is now a meteor shower over my devastated soul

I am glad.
I like my superpower.
It gives me perspective in all this tragedy
It helps me thrive and survive in the face of death;
It tramples death.

When you embrace the pain, hurt, tragedy and desolation,
You get a chance at viewing them as adventures.
Death is not the end. Tragedy is not the beginning
The final destination isn’t the final destiny
And destiny is not all there is…

If I can see black in rainbow colours
I can freaking see whatever I want, wherever I want
I make of my life what I want and wish for
This is my superpower!
I am uncontrollable, unstoppable
I am GLORIOUS in my ruthlessness…

I can see the euphoric, triumphant black within all of these depressing colours
It’s the only consolation there is for me
I can see the light I would ever dream of
In a sea of nightmares, solacing my transcendental journey

You can see the light of your dreams
You can see the light at the end of your dismal tunnel
You can see the lantern I am holding out to you
I am with you in the dismal tunnel
And I am waiting on you in the light on the other side…
We have adventures to seek and lives to discover