Fleeing Sands

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction
sweeping with it,
this face of shame off my dress

I would mend my steps first,
and the wounds later, I would
seek what lays beyond, rather
than being pierced to what
I am bestowed

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction
sweeping with it all the trash
off the corners of my life

wavering a dim past that's
hiding in it's future's pocket
with shades of blue and green,
befriending the incumbency
of these rocky loads
that my heart can no longer bear.

Dangling from the peak of it's
crumbling edges, scrambled
letters and leaves that belong to
a sinner, who's face they say
looks like mine

trying to reach the river's bed
that enfolds fleeing sands,
as if destiny is an escapable
gate, or regret is a gate
to be skipped

If only time could run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction..
I would have realized before it
was too late that,
not all lessons are worth the mistake
nor all regrets are worth the lessons

By: Rania Moallem