Epiphany

Epiphany

A Poem by Yusra Arub
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I went through a period of time just like any other writer in which I was dry of inspiration--"parched with lack of wishes, as I say in this poem. I finally came to writing this.

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3 A.M.

My eyes were rubber bands held taut,

Prisoners of clammy fingers,

Always secure-never released.

My heartbeat

quickened its pace

as the seconds won their third race-

400 meters-

they nailed it.

My poem flowed, but slowly. Words

filtered in my brain, surely.

Fixated on the rain outside the window pane,

I watched it lick the dry pavement,

Parched with lack of wishes.

A hoodlum crouched near the steps of the living room and it was


quiet.

I ceased to speak

And the windows we installed last week

Blocked out all sounds:

Night birds chirping,

And rain whispering,

A dog barking.

Something lifted, and I wasn't sure

Whether it was my soul or something more.

Perhaps a bottle cap or coin,

The hearts of those whose hands adjoin.

Oblivious, I fell asleep.

All the secrets I promised to keep

I let go.

I told everyone I knew.

The aunt in a wheelchair in a dimly lit living room,

The boy who suffered Humiliation wounds

The child--poor child, a gun to his head.

I told all of these people instead.


Loud

boots against a decaying vine--

Mutters, gasps, the stench so real,

Plastic body bags could not seal

my chatter,

I may have reminded you of the Mad Hatter

With my powdery face,

My frizzy hair,

My blood-red lips,

My rhyme, and my smile.

At least I matched


Beat

to Word,

Screamed loud enough so I was heard,

Jumped and caught that Dream Deferred.

At least

I crafted my own destiny

Spoke in paradoxical irony

Defied all authority

(A crimson-stained transparency)--

At least I can say I finally


Released

my own epiphany,

One epiphany among a multitude of epiphanies,

One realization after the next,

And I could choose which one was best.

This one. The one that came to me

At 3 A.M. when I thought the world was asleep.

Asleep, asleep, asleep.


I wake, and for once

I can laugh in Her face and say that I've won.

© 2017 Yusra Arub


Author's Note

Yusra Arub
I worked really hard on this, and I would truly appreciate any feedback to make this better. I have a lot of hope with this one, so please help!

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Added on February 17, 2017
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Yusra Arub
Yusra Arub

houston, tx, United Arab Emirates



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I love writing with a burning passion. I've always thought of writing as this unattainable yet always present friend who never gets annoyed at you and is there to listen to all of your dreams and rant.. more..

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A Poem by Yusra Arub