This is my new poem for my sessions at the Common Word.
I have to add the sessions from last year been amazing for me and I performed two times and now I am going through bringing my “Inside Persian Poetry” out to English as a Persian girl 🙂 I am getting there #Feeling Productive Also check the P.S at the end
Confessa In The Present by Mahboobeh Rajabi
Scene 1: Confessa In …
Just under the neck
going through the middle of my body
Where it’s called “chest”
Is heavy …
Is so heavy that’s like someone put a heavy rock on it
I can still breathe, but it’s heavy
I punch it while I inhale and exhale deeply
But it’s not working
I close my eyes for just listening to my body and my breathing
My chest is going up, inhaling the universe of thoughts
The plan is to exhale the “Nothing”
And just the thought of breathing
Inhale …. Deeply … Stop …
Stop …
How can I destroy a universe?
I never learned that
The Big Bang didn’t end yet
So how can I expect myself to end it?
My chest is heavy
Full of universes that couldn’t get destroy by exhale
I just need to confess it
And the thought of Confessa and it’s melody
Dragging my soul to the galaxy of broken but healed hearts
My pen is is like an ocean now
Each wave is a word, same time of my breathing
It lands the words on the sands:
I, whom has her name, carved in the stone of Love
Made the sky roar
when that question from the winds
stays with no answer
I teared that way of the oxygen
that made my heart beat
I listened to all person’s words
My heart was just beating
I teared it from what was the Hard Air
My heart was just beating
I teared from those capillaries of quiet
The sky roared in my throat
the clouds rained on my reaped chest
It washed the blood and clots of death
Then I put my heart back to my chest
deep breath finally heard
my beatings
The love is pouring from the sound of the lenses of the camera of the Earth
I submit all the timeless moments full of new existence feelings
and being submitted on this earth
my name was at the top
it was timeless and free
Scene 2: The Present
The owth to that look,
Staring to the paralyzed far
That tied up to the part part of the soul
To the melody of time and trauma
Every note has a saying
From a love story
The word from the past, incredible memories
Or a paralyzed trauma
From nowhere of drama
I crossed the time
The sky got happy
Universe crossed my soul
The galaxy became a memory
The names began
The words woke up
A journey started
A quiet and far journey
A backpack full of questions
A spite from the past
And a cup of missing feelings and pains
But this journey started
Even though my backpack
Got heavy with pain
I continued the way
Whatever from the capacity of an intense past
My shoulders cried
I continued the way
But got in my way
My full backpack
As the time got heavier
The body got slower
Again had to stop and think
Make a decision, from the beginning
Sometimes at the climax of tolerance
It’s like you were just rounding around yourself
All the way through …
It was hard … It was hard
I asked myself
Where am I in the story?
Where is this part of the drama?
Full of pain …
With “ A 100 No Answer Questions”
With a backpack drawn on to my life stories
With a glance on my backpack
My shoulder couldn’t bare
I felt on my knees
In the climax of pain
I put on the ground
My full backpack
Whatever was the way
Became easier to take
Till today
I didn’t take
Any backpack
For no reason …
I continued the way … the drama … the trauma
I continued
22/05/2016
P.S The life had been busy but exciting and productive. I will start my Digital and Animation workshops in Rochdale this week that I am looking forward to and I am also going through sorting out some unfair matters which is hard but I believe it’s making me stronger to learn my lessons and fight more and the biggest lesson is that you will help the people in your position and going through similar situation.
“Life is a fighting for a better me and making me feel better by understanding helping people in the similar fight.” Quote from me today #AllCopyRightsReserved 🙂