Here I Am

I sit staring out my window
tears streak down my face,
they think they have lost me,
they believe I am gone.
I am still here
deep inside.

They look at me with sad eyes,
frowns of questioning.
I listen to the birds chorus,
I smell the lavender strongly, 
I know I seem distant
inside me,
secluded.

I sit here watching
the years of my life.
I sit here motionless
while busy occupies my space.
I survey the child’s play,
we used to run, skip and
play 
there my memories feel at 
ease.

Outside the window,
I remember the Cadillac
the butterflies that inhabit, 
the confidence that vacates.
I sit here watching
the young lady that 
dreamed her future,
hopes now evacuated 
in clothes old,
ripened

I know I seem distant
far, far away, isolated.
From inside the glass 
window I stare.
It is there that I see the
church bells ringing, the bride
so innocent, in love
the groom happy and fulfilled
the children that followed
their blessed reward.

Through this looking glass, 
the children are now
running, skipping, and playing
my window of comfort, 
blank stares is my
simplicity, my
home.
Please do not move me 
from this windowpane,
it captures my time
of events, activities, occasions
there life was filled with life,
dancing, joy, and people.
Alone was especially foreign,
lonely was chiefly secluded,
abandoned primarily discarded,
an unheard of thought,
yet now I am 
here.

At this window,
being lost is my friend
I have moved out,
vacated,
to a world of my own,
where you think I am 
misplaced, you believe I 
know not who you are,
forgotten, discarded, 
overlooked.

My window, my clear view
my memories, my days
my youth, my months, 
my years, my laughs, my cries,
my failures, my success,
my life, my being,
all now sit at this window
with me,
keeping me at bay…
at this window
still here
inside of me
Here I am.

Salwa Samra © 2013
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About salwasamra

Salwa is the owner and creator of Poet's Room. Salwa has a passion to have Poetry rise from the ashes of days gone by to modern day reading material. Poet’s Room will offer the reader the opportunity to sit within its room, enjoy of its surroundings through words that will touch any reader. Pick and choose from Salwa's varied assortments. Poet’s Room is welcoming, intriguing, and inspiring. Take a tour, relax, contemplate and enjoy the variety of Poetry. www.salwasamra.com Salwa has authored two books, a Non Fiction book - "Web of Losing Me," and "Poet's Room - Volume I." As a writer of Non-Fiction, Poetry, Creative Writings and Fiction, Salwa extends herself in many writing projects. Salwa has contributed a short story - Dreams Didgeridoo - to an Australian Anthology. Salwa is currently working on her third book - Colour Me In - a fiction story of a young lady and her forceful culture. Salwa's Lebanese culture is deep-seated in poetry and philosophy, her writings are influenced by her historic culture. Throughout Salwa's growing years her father habitually recited Arabic Poetry. Though Salwa couldn't understand most of the poetic words because they were in classic Arabic it truly did have an impact on her and her writings. The richness of the words, the depths of affluence on Salwa's cultural history, traditions, and customs, has truly reigned in Salwa to follow through in her poetic writings. Salwa commit's herself to continue in this depth from her culture, and its richness of philosophy and poetry. Her desire is to encourage the reader to think beyond what is written, to contemplate life's experiences, to long to be intrigued, and inspired, thus, Salwa finds herself writing about topics that reflect nature, emotions, sentiment, and experiences of the human body, mind, and spirit, consequently, reaching further into the culture that built in Salwa the love for poetry, the passion for writing. Salwa's Christian faith is another integral facet of her writings, being the cornerstone of her inspirations. Her study in Theology and Creation has influenced Salwa to share with her readers the beauty, diversity and challenges the world has to offer.
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