I couldn’t fit into different molds
So I often sat behind four walls alone
Wondering what my purpose in life was…
Maid Corbic, a young poet hailing from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, shares his poem
Maid Corbic from Tuzla, Bosnia Herzegovina, is a well awarded young poet. Many of his works have been published in anthologies and magazines in Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc. as well as printed anthology of poems “Sea in the palm of your hand”, “Stories from Isolation”, and” Kosovo Peony “and others. In 2020 he was named Poet of the Year in the Indo-Universe Group, which also engages in charity around the world. He is winner of numerous awards, among them the association “KNS – Nova Svjetlost” in Sarajevo, during which he won a bronze charter for his work. He is the winner of the BigBang competition that was organized in Tuzla in 2021. . He is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world.
REALITY BEYOND THE REALITY
A toothless timeless existence hides within me
I still hope for a better time, a brighter one
Where people consciously understand each other without nodding their heads
And when each of us has our own freedom of speech
I don’t know how to be what I’m not, because I’ve never
I couldn’t fit into different molds
So I often sat behind four walls alone
Wondering what my purpose in life was
Then when I was left alone, I realized one thing
That no one in the world can be a true friend
Except for a mother who loves her child the most
Maybe I looked too much for others around me
I turned a little hope into true love
Where I often waited for a better time
There around the corner of the street, the dark colors of the cut were painted
My hopes, which were over-painted, became the prey of loneliness
Because I still didn’t realize how desolate my life was
Accordingly, I didn’t have the right people by my side
To point out the path in which I often lost myself
Don’t break my hopes, dear (not) people!
I still have the strength to take steps forward
But the question is whether you could defeat yourself
Knowing that you lie about me, and you haven’t even met me
And while I ask myself, a new day slowly comes to meet me
New thoughts to understand that it’s not all about me
Only those things of inestimable value are in my hands
Myself as a character, and my heart as material for teaching the smart ones around me
And with a dash of wisdom I seek the story of my truth
And the years pass and it still seems to me only one thing
That after all I am only the one who makes others happy
And I can’t make myself happy at any moment
I keep quiet and bow my head like today because I don’t know any other way
Although I know that one day I will break for a reason
And I will ask myself if the others around me are to blame for this
Or is my silence where my many hopes are broken?
_________________
