A soul without peace
her peace out of see
she walked and walked
inside the borders of the green land
to turn days into the nights
and nights into the days
The motionless life
The anxious times
She walked and walked
to process her past
to cure the doubt
To settle with the mistrust
She walked and walked
to ease the nostalgic pain
to capture the disruption
She was a woman
Integrity in doubt
Inadequate and less than
She walked and walked
never said “hi” back
to my “hi”
maybe once
maybe twice
only with her lifeless eyes
only with her lips
that barley moved
she was a woman
forced to leave
Inadequate and less than
She was a woman
pushed to the edges of no one
The cross line of confusion
The internalized sense of oppression
She walked and walked
Inside the borders of the green land
she walked and walked
one foot in front of the other
And she told soundless stories
in the miles of remorse
I met this woman
felt her despair
never said “hi” back
maybe once
maybe twice
only with her far reaching eyes
yet she walked and walked
to turn days into the nights
and nights into the days
in the observer eyes
she was hurt
she was a woman
she walked and walked
She lived in our refugee camp
And I never saw her again.
Stockholm 1996
Poran Poregbal
This poem is about a woman who in a refugee camp the mid summer of 1987.
