Inseparable Twins

I wrote this poem exactly 10 years ago today. Updated, June 14, 2020

Poem by Marivel Guzman

Inseparable Twins
The Land and her Sons

Anguish and sadness,
Excruciating pain,

Gathering memories
close to your heart
to take them with you in your journey.

Are you afraid to say the last good byes?


Behind you’re leaving your Mother Land.

But, you want to escape, to run,
to explore other horizons.

You’re fighting your shadows, fighting your mind.

Fighting your darkest torment;
the ghost of your past.

The shadows of the present…don’t cry.
Leaving your mother behind it is part of life.

Leaving your cradle
it is not a crime.
having to leave your dreams behind;

your bed,
your friends,
It’s part of life.

The sons of the mother are missing her breath, her worries,
her endless advises,
the kitchen’s spices
and her lovely hands.

Although with pain
you need to abandon
your beloved soil

With your fits
close to your heart,
yelling in profound silence;

you ask!

(The sons speaking to the Land)


What had you given me?
death, misery and blood!?

(The Land talking)

Oh Dear Beloved
sons of this land.

Uncertain future awaits you,
I understand that.
You want to live,
you want to fly,
but the ties to this land, and the guilt of your absence are spears in your heart.

The distance is promising, as a poisonous arrow,
but your soul is free
to decide.

My sons you should know, that victory is not given into barren hands.

Rivers of blood had feed this thirsty land,
but is never enough
to quench the thirst of the war.

The bones of the martyrs in humble sacrifice had given their everything;
along with their blood, and their memories are sank in this land.

They are now free and happy; they Rest in Peace,
they already claimed their piece of land, making this soil a holy land.

Now you go and add your story.
We will travel together.
Remember, we are all Palestine.

Are you Longing to return?
already my sons?

But you have not even departed this land that saw you
play and cry.
it’s the same!

I know this is a
tormented soil
hearing the thunder,
the bombs
remembering your mother pots in the kitchen, and your brothers laughs,
It’s the same

leaving the sorrows, your pains, and the memories inside heart,
I’is the same.

Your cries and laughs are all blended in time!

Remember my sons you wrote this story
in every hill,
in every hole,
in every grave
in every tree, even the mist the blows in the morning, it’s part of you.

The light the gives life is all your story.
You are every where
my sons.

You exist in the Nowhere; that part of everything that sees, and touches,
everything that moves, growing and penetrating in the landscape of this land.

Your joy and pain,
it’s the same
It feels like one,

My sons;
You want to go
and conquer the world, but that wound in your heart
that creeps and grows like the vine,

It is nostalgia!
Take it with you my sons
go, and ride the winds, touch the other side
that we are the same

Like sea and land,
we are the same!

(Narrator speaking)

Like Mahmoud Darwish, using his pen and soul, to give his message with angel wings to the world, writing emptiness in the sky,

he won your heart, and my heart
See, it’s the same.

(Mother land speaking)

Mi memories will live in you,
Inside your flesh,
running through your blood.

Being here or,
being there.
I embrace you the same.
My sons be gone, grow wings, fly,
that this land will always be here,
will always be yours,
because you are not departing,
you are just moving to the other side,
but still you and me
are the same.

(Narrator speaking)

This poem of love
will always survive,
the pain of the mothers,
their memories
will be there with you,
with your sou, in your flesh,
but, that grief that you feel now, will be joy, when you pray.

Every time your forehead touches the ground;
All the laughs, memories, and pains, will be blend as one.

In that moment of meditation, when you raise your vibration, be happy, Be One with Palestine.

Time will give you
that sought peace,
no more battles,
no more bombs.

See, your story is rewritten
You win!

Peace be with you,
you deserve it,
Behold that though because, when you feel free!
Palestine will be Free,

because we all are one;
Mothers, sons and the Land
We are the same.

(Mother land speaking)

I will be in your ‘dreams’
when you return to this mount of soil;

My essence will give you warm.
Hold that thought, it will give you food for you soul.

My sons;The ancestral ties,
always be here,
they are always yours.


Your Land is Palestine
continuous terrain
that connects us all around.

Don’t cry, don’t fear,
just touch the ground,
It’s all sacred,
it is the mystery of life that connects us all.

Love is with you,
as soul and heart.
You are dirt,
you are part of this land, because you are Palestine.

We are Inseparable twins!

Poem by Marivel Guzman

Jun 14, 2010


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