A LETTER FROM THE HEART
In my mind I seek solace, in my heart I search for refuge
Not from where I came from, not in where am going forth
For in that strange land, in that beckoning realm,
Welcome is as uncertain as finding a patch of dry earth, in a rainy day.
A refugee I am termed politically, an alien thought of amusingly
a burden considered annoyingly, but the state is not a choice
the title not a heritage, for it could be anyone, it could be everyone.
Atrocities, desolation, chaos a pushing force
Peace, serenity, a pulling energy
Stuck in the middle I am,
Neither wanted at home nor welcomed abroad.
So in the recesses of my being I find my own
In the center of it all, I meet my doom
For whence does my help come from?
So long as I feel the sun, as much as the wind blows my way
I know I breathe!
And in breathe therein life lives and thus hope continues
plus out there, a special few remain
in whose bosom my heavy head could rest
whose bounty is for all to share.
To all those I pray stay blessed.
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