henini

i’m mourning the loss of my tribe.

i’m mourning the loss of my dream

of sharing a holiday meal

with all my relations.

i’m mourning the loss of

adopting a child from china,

giving me that second

chance at becoming a good mother.

of my own.

i’m mourning the loss of my innocence.

i’m mourning the loss of all

my illusions.

i’m mourning the loss of

my last hiding place.

i have lost the battle,

that has raged on

for so long,

i can’t even remember who

started the war.

i surrender.

i live now in this

arid desert,

nothing here but

stardust and sand.

“i am alive,

i am alive!”

said my still throbbing heart

to the sand, to the

sky, and to me.

here i am.

henini.

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