Safe

Lip quivering, heart pounding wildly as she stared at the dark shadows ahead of her. All hopes of survival have been stripped away along her life’s journey. There was no way she could escape this. No way she could survive.

She clasped her hands around her bent knees, pulling all of her fours close to her wild heart. Trying to decrease the distance between her and the shadows. She kept pressing further into the dark wall behind her as the darkness neared her. The wall behind her pressed its rough edges into her back, piercing her skin. But the pain wouldn’t phase her as she kept pressing further. 

The shadows hissed once it reached around her toes, causing her to scream in pain. It was like the shadow was feeding upon her. Drinking in her fear, munching on her flesh. The pain was just to much to bare, and it has only yet to reach her ankles. 

She watched in fear as the shadows began to pool around her waist, the pain no longer phased her as she turned numb. Her tears have stopped, for she was too horrified to face her death to have time to tear. 

Suddenly his voice played in her ears. His loving sweat assuring voice lulled her out of misery. The voice she fell in love with the moment he came through her door. The same voice who had promised to keep her safe, to protect her. And so he did not break his promise. For her love for him was so strong, that even the most horrific death, turned into a calm and warm bed for her to sleep at the memory of his voice.

Pleasure

My life has been on and off for as long I can remember. I’ve taught myself to embrace whatever pleasure that crosses my path. Fill my insides with that pleasure as a source of energy to help me move on through rough times. Pleasure to me was like fuel to cars. I craved those short, simple moments of pleasure in which I would smile so widely, were I would laugh ‘till my lungs begged for a refill, were my heart would flutter so fast I could feel it beating outside of me. Moments like these are meant to cherish dearly. Pleasure doesn’t pass by often, so when it does, I try to make it worth the pass by.  

The Devil

A sea of darkness engulfed her. Dark shadows danced around her. Her body trembled with each breath, choking on the thick misty air. She didn’t understand what was happening. Everything seemed to move so fast. She tried to scream for help, but was only greeted with a harsh, throat splitting, cough. She tried to wriggle her petit and fragile body in the pool of darkness in search for a way out, but with epic failure. From a distant, the devil laughed, enjoying and welcoming the pleasure of her pain and sorrow.

The laughter -suddenly- stopped. No longer heard. Instead, silence took over in the dark surrounding. It was so strong, it rang painfully in the ears of the listeners. The girl seemed to go numb, her confusion only dug deeper. That was not for long though.

It was like some change in time, a millisecond that seemed to pass in hours in the girls perspective. In this millisecond, she felt the tears the laughter, the happiness and sorrow. All the memories flashing before her eyes at the speed of light. But even then, she could recall every moment. She watched herself evolve into who she is today. Every picture held a story that takes hours to tell. The girls eyes swelled with tears.

She no longer felt the numbness nor pain. Her throat felt fresh. Her coughs have stopped. The thick and misty air vanished and replaced with a fresh smell of roses. The devil was nowhere to be seen. For he ran away, now scared of her capability…

 

The Butterfly

Starts as a crawling warm,

Then folds itself into a cocoon.

But only to fight its way out.

Soon to spring out,

In a new form.

Wings spread so wide ,

It’s shadows could put the earth to sleep.

Colors so bright,

Could be mistaken for the sun.

Flying with such grace and passion,

Exploring this new perspective. 

Under the shade of a tree,

I watch the transformed creature fly.

Leaving its shell abandoned,

On a boken branch,

Never to return.

~Rania M. Katorgi 22/4/2016  

The Reflection

Myself stares back at me.
I could see her sorrow, brokenness, and darkness.
Dark black circles round her eyes,

White chapped lips tremble with fear.

Quickly do I turn away,
To be faced with another mirror, another me.

Smile so bright and radiant, blinds the naked eye.
Eyes tingle with fulfillment and joy.

Heart beating rapidly with excitement,

As her red plump lips open with a cheer.

Closing my eyes, I whisper,
“That’s who I want to be,”

A sudden crack sounds from behind,

“No, that’s who I am,”

Then the shudder of broken glass.

Where The Impossible is Possible

 “Do you know where the good souls go?”

I asked.

“Well yes,” 

Answered he,

“To an endless paradise, 

Where the sun never fades

Where the darkness never creeps,

Where the crops never die,

Where the homeless have homes,

Where the starving never starve again,

Where the poor are rich, 

Where the sad are happy,

Where all impossible, is possible,”

….. I ask after a while,

“But where is this endless paradise you speak of.”

But he didn’t say a word,

For he raised up a wrinkled hand up to the sky,

One last time,

Before he rests into an endless sleep.

~ RANIA KATORGI 18/2/2016

The Son’s Timeline

“Come on baby! You can do it!”

The child laughed full of joy at the voice of his mother.

The mother looked down at her child,

His first steps. 

Her joy was unexplainable.

Behind her was the father,

Camera in hand 

Ready to capture one of his son’s very first moves.

 

Mother was trying to keep in her tears.

Son, couldn’t wait to experience His first day of school.

“Don’t cry mama I’m a big guy!”

Father laughed along with mother 

Sending their son away to school, 

Mother spoke

“You be a good boy, alright?”

“Mom! You’re embarrassing me” 

Son whispered-shouted.

Mother only continued to shower her son with kisses.

“That’s enough honey, leave the boy alone”

Father laughed holding back tears of joy.

Mother stood up and adjusted son’s graduation cap.

“You be a good guy, alright?”

“Our son is getting married!”

Mother squealed as she ran through the house.

Father stood up as mother engulfed him. 

Son was laughing on the open line,

His mother forgot open when she was jumping with joy.

“You be a good husband, alright?”

A tear slipped down son’s eye,

As he held his new born child for the first time.

Mother clapped and cried for the new born.

Father was inside, checking on the new born’s mom.

“You be a good father, alright?”

Son ran through the hospital,

Checking the rooms,

Of which his parents lay.

No time to cry 

For he has to be strong.

Doctors, with grief written all over their faces,

Faced son. 

He didn’t need an explanation 

He dropped down to his knees sobbing into his palms.

A nurse tapped his shoulder,

“Mr. Your dear mother left this for you.” 

Trembling he thanked the nurse and took the slip of paper.

You be good son, alright?

RANIA KATORGI ~ 28/2/2016

Paradise

 

 

Yellow-orange sunset,

green shiny grass,

red radiable roses.

The green fields extend into an endless beach

the sun peeking from behind.

The soggy waves unite with the golden sand.