The concept of night is very conflicting to me.
At night,
I’m true to myself, like the midnight sky.
I see through myself, like clear water.
But it is in the night that my past haunts me.
My own image haunts me.
My existence falls into the abyss of thoughts.
I lose myself, let go of myself.
Sometimes, I even hate myself for enduring so much.
Yet, I also thank myself for enduring so much.
I embrace the night like a fetus in its mother’s womb.
I want the dark night to be over—like a Palestinian child.
The night is the veil that allows me to be myself.
I find my place in the night, like a child in their mother’s lap.
The concept of night is very conflicting to me.
20 years old, discovering and enjoying poems, using them to survive through this time.