Poems by Rabab N. Hammoud

Tears would stream down my face.

Flowing unspoken words of poetry that I couldn't erase.

I stored them for years but kept from writing them down.

Deep in my limbic system where words never drown.

I would bleed the ink that I hadn't utilized.

A rare soul of a poet in complete disguise.

A beautiful melody of thoughts I stored in the dark.

Ironically aware, from the very start.

That these unuttered words, one day, would leak, straight from my heart.

I run from pessimist.

Not concerned with deficit; long gone is confusion & hesitance.

Clarity is to realize that eternity is our only definite.

Occurring now, is the determination of your everlasting residence.

Think further in avoidance with any predicaments!