One of the presents that Migrant Tales has given me is the opportunity to meet many people through words and in person. One of these special persons that I have been corresponding and speaking to for months is Anonymous. She has contributed stories and beautiful poems to our blog.
Anonymous is in a bit of a quandary these days since she’s living in an institution because she’s been diagnosed with paranoia. She disagrees with the diagnosis and has not been told when she’ll be able to leave the institution.
A dark room and the light of day outside. Photo by Enrique Tessieri.
Hope and poetry shield Anonymous from the hardships of life. She states:
The only thing I have is hope. I don’t have a career or a decent life. I have basic survival, nothing else. I don’t feel safe. I’m just existing. And the only thing that keeps me alive is my hope. If I only succeed to bear my anguish another day…If I can get through the day things can get better tomorrow. Poetry heals and gives me strength to hope for another day.
Anonymous gave us the following poem called Symbol of hope:
Hope to ask us you are dear
For you help me bear my clogged chest with anguish clear
Help me brace life hot seat without fear
Nor a bullet vest nor any protective gear for I’m not a bear
But an ordinary human whose hope you endear
Whose rights have been thrown over the window rear
Always my tragic plight you hear
Since you are so close to my ear
It tastes to you dear
No criticize nor find it queer
Nor complain tastes like a pear
Never protest nor my name smear and understand it always bear
My distress call becomes near have faith in you far and near
Give strength to endure and efforts engineer
Believe in ourselves to our aspirations and goals steer
With hopes that one day our efforts will bear fruit
It will bear fruits and be able to sit under the tree
Tastes sweet as pear
Hopes soaps atrocities fear
Hope washes down
Pain and suffering tear
Hope rinses but in staying clear hope conditions it will limps of faith from year to year
Imposed obstacles in huddles crush and tear
Hope to me you are so dear
Not an enemy to my life tear
Shield me with your wings far and near
Hope you are my uniform
Not a casual wear
Reminds us in God we trust and bear
And enforce resilience and dogged perservierence to always bear
Hoping for a better tomorrow from year to year.