I’m transforming again- 
this time I’m breathing through it. 
Breathing in. 
Breathing out. 
Praying out. 
Going in. 

I prayed to be 
broken, to keep 
my heart open. 

We’ll rub the scars with lotion;
keep the soul, anchored mind, 
leave body go. 

Got lost in;
Found my breath
in us-ratea (اسرتي),
Papa& um-me (امي). 

From kennels if remorse,
water, son of divorce
grew bold, 
bore the load. 

Sowing roots in the sun. 
Imagining branches in hand,
Fighting for a pulse; the son
Pausing to get into the land.