Helpless I Am
I should have known
when the elderflowers failed to bloom,
Blind was I, dancing in Plato's Cave.
Then there came the day.
The cosmic disarray nor the wolves howls
Rang bells to me.
For had they,
Church bells I would have clanged
With my bare hands
And salvaged many a white Lily
From withering away.
But helpless was I....
Shell- shocked and deafened
by the screams of churchgoers,
Spectres of sordid morgues sprawled on our screens,
We clutched onto our heartstrings
lest they should tear away,
Silently praying it should not be...
Violently denying it could not be.
But helpless was I.....
Brood tucked to my bosom
Eyes shut from horrors unfolding
I witness a mother
Rummaging for the remains of her relatives
Thereby the heart disintegrates into shards of glass
No morsel of food would enter that throat
The mind entrapped by a darkened lair
Groping for answers
Distorted was I by the Datura flower
For helpless was I...
Minutes streaked, days sped and months flew by,
Determined was I to help that mother
But a mother she was not,
Nor a wife, nor a daughter
Not even a soul
But a body of clouds wandering in the skies.
I press an envelop of money into her cold hand
She declines, she resists
“take it away,” she insists
“For Christmas” I respond,
“Christmas will never be the same,” she whimpers,
“Sorry” I say,
“What For?” her voice trails off....
I turn away
For helpless was I.
Copyright © Samihah Sakkaf | Year Posted 2019
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