The Virus of the Conscience

From not remembering when
To not noticing how
My brain is being infected
With viruses just like a computer.
But a computer has no soul
Suffer no scars.

The made-for- me conscience weighed on me for years
The made-for-me consciousness weighed on me for years
I scrubbed and scrubbed them for years
Trying to wash away all the made-for-me colors and shapes
And virtues.

Until I felt like a new born–uncontaminated
Like an emerging cloud–uncontaminated
I cried  tears of joy
Like a cloud
Appeared, disappeared, and reappeared
Like a cloud
Each time as fresh as the first sunrise

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!