Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Picture of Black and White

My soul is tired and aged,

Struggling without gain,

In limbo.

SometimesI break down into a hundred pieces,

Only to come together once again.

Sometimes

I don’t know where I am—

Here, there, everywhere, nowhere…

Sometimes

While out searching myself,

In the chaos of my mind,

I sink into the ocean of thoughts;

Mixed up with present, past, and future,

A question reflecting in my ear:

Who am I, who am I?

But I am nothing more than a picture of black and white.

Uncertain, confused, and lifeless—without light.

By Farida

Source: Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Picture of Black and White