Turned away from
the land that gave birth.
A place long forgotten.
Families and ways lost
to faint memory,
held under lock and key.
As death ravages with people torn asunder,
my thoughts turn away to remember
how it felt
to breathe that air
and walk through those streets.
To speak those sweet words
and hear my thoughts.
Imagining a life that could have been,
I’m grateful for the one that has been.