Ode to you (wherever you may be)

Ode to you my friend, wherever you may be
Ode to times we spent, never thought might end

Ode to a love well shared,
Ode to days… Memories can never be spared

An ode goes to days spent under the sun,
And under the moon where was all the fun

Farewell to you wherever you might end,
For all I know, there’s a picture of us i cannot mend

You’ll always be mine, here in my heart,
You’ll always have a hiding place, whenever you don’t know where to start

Dr. Ahmed Alkhuzaie


Burning Bridges

Reaching a dead-end sometimes differs from failing. sometimes, burning bridges makes sense for cutting losses and accepting the inevitable; other times it’s a staring point, or a fresh new start.

Is a bridge burner a coward? Or does it take courage and bravery to do so?
sometimes “and I say sometimes” the past can be harmful -keeping in mind that it made us who we are with all the good and the bad experiences we got hurt from, enjoyed or even learned from- so doesn’t it take a man to stop the harm and leave it behind? Start a healing process? Or is that considered fear of the unknown? not standing up for what you wanted the most? won’t the fire from the bridge(s) we burn light the way for what’s coming? or will we keep on committing the same mistakes all over again? each and every time? won’t the fire from the bridge(s) burn us instead of showing us the way?

Lots of questions; some are better remain unanswered; and some cannot be answered anyway…

Caught between two fires in the middle of a burned bridge,

Dr. Ahmed Alkhuzaie