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  • Zeina Habib

“A Stillness Flew Past”

This poem was originally published on The Pittsburgher’s predecessor, The Dog Door Cultural.

a stillness flew past

although I cannot ask my mind to stay still as darkness begins

it trickles and turns, it prances around

unknowingly so lifts my feet off the ground

see ever so slowly as daytime ascends

and time grows to stillness,

let demons descend

my mind grows thicker with worry and thought

as guilt finds its meaning through memories forgot

relinquish all pleasure, relinquish thy name

relinquish the sword that thrusts through your veins

relinquish thy heart held heavy with fear

imagine the courage, that rush you may feel

imagine the daytime, it breaks and it soars

as time prances slowly

breaks open the door

a life lived unlived, by stories untold

a life lived relived, would open the door

as time prances slowly

and stillness recedes

as time grows so lonely

it echoes our fears ▲

Zeina Habib is a curious writer. She is Egyptian and is passionate about literature, anthropology and the human psyche. She has a degree in Finance and a minor in Anthropology from the American University in Cairo.

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