#poeticallydrunk

“Oh, you’re awake,” Jordan said, pulling the privacy curtain closed behind her. There wasn’t much privacy in the emergency room, but they tried. It was a slow night anyway, so she was taking her time with all her patients. She started to get some hand sanitizer for her hands and put on her gloves while she spoke. “Someone brought you in -- thought you were dead, y’know -- I guess you passed out on the street?” She shrugged. “Anyway, you had a lot of alcohol in your system. I’m just going to take some vitals, okay?”

I apologize,

For mad at you

For loving you less

For making you cry

For letting you down

For picking you second

For giving you no choices

For doubting your potential

For judging you superficially

For thinking you’re not enough

For believing you’re not worth it

For having all people except you

For listening to none of your stories

For asking no question about your well-being

For forgetting you have rights to be loved and listened

For needing more time to realized you’re beyond than a living thing

For once again forgetting that you’re the only one who can console me

For my dearest self  I do really sorry

Jordanian sun loves me so much

that it kisses me to the wounds.

In spring it’s tender in its diffident touch

In summer it burns with no rules...

It’s ancient companion of Jordanian lands

That nourishes soil with its power,

Forging the characters in yellowish sands,

Adamant, stubborn and dour.

Jordanian hearts, they beat with the sun,

They follow its pulse, with no doubt.

The Kingdom of Jordan with sun has begun.

Allegiance to it is avowed.

— ☙ AlMakPoetry ❧—

Doubling the best and the worst.

What we see is not actuality.

The half is in mirrors dispersed.

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Of blooming flowers, chirping of the birds,

Of greening land with fragrant herbs.

The flow of life is taking right direction.

— ☙ AlMakPoetry ❧—