Wafa Mesawi

Our words play your silence and your pain

It comforts your sadness and enhances your joy

I walk for that light at the end of the tunnel

I am the light of my darkness and my thirst is quenched

If you don't fight life's battles, don't read to me.

If you are solid, do not read to me.

I am a writer for broken hearts who are haunted by the remnants of their diaries in their late nights, who beg for beautiful memories that may remove from them the little branches of regret that cover their bright windows.

Yes, I am writing to those who have covered the branches of regret and longing the windows of hope and light in front of them
Together let's fly again to continue the march we are children from the inside but our fractures are 💔 deep