This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
Far away, somewhere,
Will I find myself?
There are people who cannot find themselves,
I am merely one of them,
Perhaps I am buried beneath rubble,
I am someone like that, or as everyone knows, Ebrar,
Still, do you not hear me?
Do not expect others to understand you,
Understand yourself,
You do not feel at home,
I know,
I do not feel at home either,
Perhaps one day we will find our home.
Sometimes I wonder within myself,
Why do we humans choose conflict over understanding each other?
Sometimes I believe within myself,
One day we will understand, and the world will be set right!
Our shared goal is a better world,
Who is striving for it?
Who has sacrificed what they loved?
None of us deserve it!
No one deserves it.
The crooked paths I walk,
Will they lead me to the right way?
The dozens of people I look at,
Do they touch the wound in my heart?
A person should always carry a bandage,
But can one also apply a bandage to the soul?
I am someone like that, or as everyone knows, Ebrar,
Still, do you not hear me?
Peri, Ebrar Sıla. "Hayat Kadar Karışık." Unpublished manuscript poem. Date written: April 17, 2026.
