Beautiful Remnants
That a large part of me
Has already died;
And I also know
That there are those fortunate ones
Whose body is intact
And pure like before.
And while their brains are still intact
I believe I reflect like a polished mirror
With my remaining piece.
I know very well
That my lungs are lined
With a coat of carbon.
I know too
That some still have them
As pink as in the remote past.
While I know that cancer lurks around
And that some are immune to it
I have a lot to do
With the remaining fragment of my life.
I know very well
That I may or may not
Breath for quite long
Like the blessed ones.
And while I may shut down juvenile
Millions will thank life
For having known me.
I know very well
That lots of enamel are gone
And that my dental formula
Has been altered.
And while I know
That some have it
As intact as before
I believe that I'm among the finest
In chewing complex things
With my remaining piece of brain.
Maybe I'm now a psychopath
As they're convinced
I know I have grown
An unwelcoming beard
And hair that looks disgusting.
I know many are no longer pleased
By how I roam in the streets
And keep reducing my remaining pieces.
And while some are good role models
Who stay at home
And attend to their flowerbeds and hedges.
I know I’m a useful vagabond.
While I may be uselessly hooked
By intoxicants
I know of some souls
Who survive by my vibes
And no rehab on Earth
Would deliver them
From being addicted
By my usefulness.
© Sea-Crab Poetry
A Recommended Read– The Poetry of Israa Hussein
Israa Hussein is an Egyptian poet based in Sohag, Egypt. I have been interacting with her poetry and realizing that it resonates with the deepest of human life concerns while exuding unmatched hope and affirmation. I consider her work a spiritual guide.
Like A Soaring Bird (Israa Hussein).
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