I think about returning
as I start to wake,
I let myself get lost in a golden haze
of soaring sun and childhood days
before I sink back into the unknown.
My daughter slumped on the back of her brother
across one border to another
lessening the load for his mother
as I attempt to fight our way,
over seas and ideologies
in search of a safer place for us to stay
which started that day
I left my home.
elenaxtina
Poetry & Memoirs
an apt piece considering the plight of refugees all over the world…
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Thank you x
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you are welcome, Elena
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Nicely said. I think you could apply this to other borders as well; the border we step over going from childhood into adulthood for one. I felt like that was a big step into the unknown!
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Thank you. I suppose you could use it in any context! No problem at all, I’m glad I found you. I look forward to your posts :)
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