Through my darkness memories I remembered your name. When that perfect summer’s day reflected your smile and innocent joy, I felt your heart fluttering inside of me like a flame.
When the bright lights burned your skin and the thick smoke filled your lungs, my flame was quick to go cold.
When I remembered the first time I saw your tiny eyes and baby fingertips; I have forgotten how warm it felt when you were in my arms.
My world was built upon your foundations; you were my Sun that I orbited around. You kept me stable and on course in my universe and now, you’re gone.
When I walk with you in my dreams, it’s a cold place. There’s no light; there’s no solace.
I wake up every day in constant agony, realising this has become my reality. Through my tragedy, you only exist in my fantasy and I wish gravity would lift me up and throw me away where I might find you again inside another galaxy.
She was miserable all the time; she would be nasty and cold to me.
Now that I think about it, every time we had a fight, I would get even angrier. I wouldn’t just hug her or say nice things; I guess I had too much pride, maybe I wanted her to sympathise with me. Like hey, I’m hurt with what you said, maybe I needed you to be the better person and hold me?
Both of us took the role of wanting sympathy, but no one wanted to cuddle or hug, in a time where we both needed it.
She was a reflection of me. If I loved her the way she deserved, she would have done the same.
When I was the mirror looking at her, she was the beauty. When she woke up in the morning, she will see herself in me. When I was miserable, not attending to her emotions or showing purpose; that’s what she saw.
She didn’t see love, how was she supposed to reflect it back?
She wasn’t beautiful anymore because I had reflected what she didn’t want to see.
In this moment of darkness, I will not see the terror that’s unfolding around me. I have learned to close my eyes and curl into a ball. I hold myself tightly in the corner and I cry because I can’t take this anymore.
You can’t see me because I have turned off the lights. No one will be able to tell if I’m sick because I smile when they ask if I’m alright.
Where have I been? Where do I go? You may ask. I haven’t journeyed far from my room; I haven’t seen the world from the peak of Hanging Rock. I have been sitting in my room waiting for the light, a light that never came.
I know if I don’t speak, if I don’t seek help, no one will suspect a thing, and it will be my friend darkness and me, sitting in the corner where the cold air leaks and my maddening thoughts speak.
For when the morning comes, you will lose your best friend; you will lose someone you hold so deep. You will see me lying in the corner with a heavy heart and when you feel my unrhythmic pulse, you will be heartbroken. Everyone else that loves me will lose their hope, their will to live and I, will remain unspoken.
For all the joy and kindness I gave, I didn’t receive any for when I went the other way. When I sort out those who needed help and got them to pray, I made a deal with the Devil and sold my sanity on a midsummer’s day.
Tribute to Robin Williams who died on August 11, 2014.
- Michael Daaboul
Tear me apart and say that you wanted me forever.
All the words that I could have said and all the moments that we spent together got washed away.
When it rains, I have no more reasons to be here and the light doesn’t want to find the darkness anymore.
My shadows are fighting to stay alive, but my scars are there for all to see.
All those memories that we had made, is all I can remember, when you said you wanted me to last forever.
I can’t see what you see, when you tore those words apart and all the secrets that fell like rain across my chest.
I kept on waiting standing in the middle of nowhere and forever, but your words left scars on me.
After all these years, they became the wounds that never healed, stuck in the middle of nowhere holding on to the thought of what you used to be.
I didn’t know when I would arrive; I didn’t know what path I was going to take. But, I knew where I wanted to go and I could see a beautiful horizon from the summit.
Every path seemed dangerous, they all intertwined; some were broken. It really showed the delicate path and tenuous nature finding love could be.
I didn’t just sit on the summit and wait, I was looking for someone who understood what I wanted and reflected my values.
They would be on the same page as me and we could turn each page together. I liked that idea so much; I didn’t mind how many times I fell on rocks or how many cuts and bruises I would get.
It would all be worth it.
4 Years Later
When you spoke, you didn’t lie to me.
You didn’t go with the status quo, you waited for love, and you waited for me.
I held your waist and I spun you around while we danced during the night. I held your hand; we walked through the park and came out by the empty city streets.
With all of this, you cared at every part. Your eyes looked at me like they wanted to read every thought I had. Everything we did meant so much to you. Every detail, you cared about everything, you had qualities that I thought had been gone for a long time.
When I looked at you, I told you about the path I took. You replied with the same story.
It was only a matter of time before I could call you mine.
For all the world leaders who sit there in silence that say nothing and do nothing. Who start wars and don’t listen to their people.
For all the rebels and terrorists that think you’re doing God’s work and shattering human emotions.
For all the incapable nations that rise up against nations.
For all the rapes, abuse, the planes that get shot down, the wars that make it okay and justify ways to take life.
For every part of the darker side, you’re killing all the medics who are trying to save the wounded, all the journalists risking their lives to show us the news that’s in hiding, all the scientists that are researching to save lives and the parents and loved ones who are grieving for their murdered children, brothers, sisters, husbands, mums and dads.
You have failed us. You have broken our hearts, shattered our progress and repeated history over and over again. How do you still lead when you repeat mistakes over and over?
We trusted you to run governments to represent our views for a better life.
I want you to know about all the children who will never get to see another day in their lives. I want you to know what it feels like for a mother to never see her precious angel smile again or to hear their voice. You destroyed their future and their life. You shot down their hopes and blew up their dreams. What gives you the right to do that?
The children don’t understand what you’re doing. They don’t understand why there’s pain. They don’t understand why their kind is shooting at them. They don’t know why there’s blood coming out of their face, their soul. They trusted you to protect them. They trusted you. Instead you gave them genocide, soldiers with guns and tanks against children.
When you took aim at children playing on rooftops, did you know they were being children and enjoying their childhood? When you missed and they were running away, that fear embedded on every breath they took, you aimed again and got them. You single-handedly destroyed humanity. You fired at hope, at innocence and you took all of us out with them!
I hope one day we’ll wake up to a better world, where humanity is not devouring, illiterate bastards and we can walk to the graves of those innocent children that bled emotion, that didn’t understand what was going on and say sorry that we were unkind, incompetent human beings who denied them their right to live.
I don’t fear monsters in the night, I fear humanity and I fear the world we live in, people like you.
I will cry every night for these children because their pain and their parents pain hurts too much for words to carry. Human emotion has a way to express this heartache where no words dare travel; by our tears, when it’s too much, we breakdown.
I wish we could have been better for you, I wish mankind would have given you the chance to see the world we love and protected you.
I wish things were different.
When you leave, I won’t let you go so fast. I will stop you, turn you around and look into your eyes. I’ll smile and kiss your lips. I’ll ask you not to go; while knowing that’s not possible. But I say it anyway.
I’ll hold your hand when we walk because I like to feel your skin on mine.
I sometimes get teary because I can’t believe I found someone like you, when you ask why I’m crying, I try to hide it and respond by telling you I was just yawning.
I get excited when we have breakfast together, and I don’t know why, maybe because it’s two of my favourite things.
I don’t need to tell you this, but never be with a bad man.
Never give yourself away like you’re nothing.
I won’t need to remind you, but when the time comes, your heart will. Your emotions shouldn’t be ignored because they will yearn for what you need even when you have forgotten what you truly desire.
Never forget what you want, because when you do there will be no one there to tell you what you would have already come to know.
When you look at yourself in the mirror, it’s not about respecting who you are anymore, it’s not about anything you have ever come to know. It’s all about when you look deep into your eyes reflection and realise you were doing it all wrong.
Until one day, it hits you; your emotions have been so betrayed by you that you didn’t listen for one moment and when you feel like you did, it was too late.
I’m here to tell you … it’s never too late.
Will you always expect me to love you, even when I find it hard to love myself sometimes?
Do you expect me to be good to you, when I’m bad to myself?
Do you expect me to be kind to you, when I’m angry at myself?
When I’m looking off into your distant horizon, I’m not being cold; my thoughts are not on standby. Sometimes I’m hard to understand because I don’t understand why I deserved you when I think you deserved so much more, so much better than me.
I relentlessly question the greater power as to why they have cursed me with such a beautiful soul. What have I done that made me worthy?
Is this the plan? To make me fall so deep, make me cling my hopes and dreams to them and watch them unhook my anchor as I’m falling 10,000 feet in the air?
Do you want me to feel betrayal and the pointy shards of my broken heart, this dry and overworn artefact? Do I need to be broken again to learn what I failed to learn the first time around?
Do I fear failing so much that I won’t bother to try? I won’t bother to see how beautiful you smile when the Sun is shining behind you.
It’s all a state of mind.
What makes me not worthy than the next person? I want to share my hopes and dreams with a beautiful soul; I want to belong with someone.
I mean no disrespect to the stars, but you have seen me weak and you have seen the way I weep. You have seen when I’m not a man and you have seen how quick I crumble like sand.
Please don’t take her away from me, even if I’m not worthy.