Freedom

My Freedom

I want the freedom to go home
the freedom to return home
the freedom to be at home
the freedom to sit, eat, sleep, at home
I want the freedom to be free,
willingly

I want the freedom to wake up at home
and welcome in the light
I want to smell the cool air of the dawn
I want the freedom to step out
and feel the drape of the mists that form,
silently

I want the freedom to be safe
without locking myself up
I want the freedom to walk
in my almond and olive groves
to enjoy their fruits,
peacefully

I want my family to come home to me
I want to be hugged by them
and kissed by them at home with me
I want their laughter and their tears
to be recorded there, in our home,
lovingly.

My thoughts, my dreams: Zainab Al-Arabi

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One comment

  1. Hard to be away from your home. Home is a powerful words. I did a lot of traveling. I made new places my home. I believe if family is with you. The feeling and memory of home is with us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem and thoughts.


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