I Named Her Mirage.

Sarra Jouini
Poets Unlimited
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2 min readAug 10, 2016

Un-dust me here

Shed not a single tear

For the strayed and for the hopeless

But for the oblivious

That lives inside of us.

Un-dust .. my story here

Make the word travel

Beyond every frontier.

Beyond every hardened heart

No matter how severe.

Until .. It is loud and clear.

I named her Mirage.

Not for the sake of this stage

Not for the name of Brage

But for the mere-rage

Behind seeking

And not being sought.

I named her mirage

And this is how she bore

All the pains of yore

Until she was seen, lifeless

On the shore.

I named her mirage

For she wondered when, and where and how to start..

And then she started, all startled

And stared

Into the mirage that was her safety.

Seductive western Sirens

Here to harness her frailty

Her.. Drops of mourning dews

Her.. long-silenced screams

Her..ever-forgotten cues.

Only the lost souls will know what she means

When she glares into her escaping sanity.

Where shall I go ? Where shall I dwell ?

Her fears still.. dwell within her

Fill her.. with ills

Insurmountable.. it kills

Her .. to look into the future

It is dark.

It is unknown,

Uncertain and certainly unsafe

But she dares.. she flees

She bleeds immunity

Against the tyrant.

She is still the errant

Drained of all her freedom

Longing for some..

solace.. in wisdom

A quite wisdom

And patience…

Patience.. for what is to come.

How could she bend..

She couldn’t conceive how you can be..

Terrorized and sacked out of your land

Forever banned..

From ever returning home.

The dews , the soil and the sand

Are now foreign , meant to deceive.

She couldn’t believe.. that..

She has no choice but to leave.

I named her mirage

But her name is flocks of birds

Migrating towards..

God’s land !

Her name is exile

Her name is asylum

Her name is ..An unwarranted burden

Or so called her the western

So terrified of hosting

.. another human !

I named her Mirage

But her name is 3,770 names

Displaced and tormented

But then .. Failed..

Failed to flee..

Dead in the sea

Before everyone to see

Before reaching liberty ..

I named her mirage..

and her name is Refugee.

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Sarra Jouini
Poets Unlimited

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