"I Found It" by Fadwa Tuqan

In this poem we see an extraordinary use of imagery. From the “green and blossoming” flora on a “radiant day” of April, to a “vivid summer day” basked in the sun radiant light, to “wailing storms” and finally “wrapping it with night after night” as the finale of the poem. We see the four seasons of the year carefully placed in order as he advances in his journey to find himself. From the first expectation being bright and vivid, to the first realization being a bit damp, and finally achieving his goal in the cold winter night on a grave. Perhaps we all would find out true selves in a grave, for people only take of their mask when they are but at the final moments of their lives. Those last minutes that actually depict what a human being is like and how those skeletons that we try to keep safely hiding away in our closets and shown as an open book and we finally get to see the other side of the coin. There is an old saying that goes “Never judge a book by it’s cover” and I find it applies in everyday life. You may think you have found a great person when deep inside lives a monster, and you may think you have found a monster when deep down it is but a gentle soul. All humans should take time to find themselves, or they will forever live hiding their demons in the attic and fighting with all their might to never let them out.