The Anniversary

On the 13th of July 2006 I left Iraq
It’s a year now
A year since I left Iraq
A year I haven’t hugged my mother
A year away from my family and my friends
A year I’m lonely
A year I feel hopeless, worthless and useless.
A year of being lost
A year of feeling low
A year of working hard
A year of doing nothing worthy!
A year of talking a lot
A year I didn’t say something worthy!
A year of being safe
A year of feeling unsafe
A year not being threaten
A year of being worried of dying …alone!
A year I kept looking at my phone….begging it to ring!
A year of missing home
A year of being odd
A year of living sorrow
A year of being weak
A year of thinking; did I do the right thing when I left?
A year of waiting to go back as soon as possible
It doesn’t seem to be soon
A year of being the one who people feel sorry for him
A year is a long time, very long time, yet; it passed
They say the first year is the most difficult one
I wish they’re right; I really doubt it.
After the 1st year, I’m sure that, I don’t want to live another year!