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Broken home

POETRY

 
 
 

Been a year;
Missing homelands.
The end is near,
Where is my home?

 

Always in transit;
Lived a third of 21 years
in the airport.
When is my next flight?

 

The whole of me
builds castles among clouds.
Bits and pieces, I have
built.

 

Why am I here
and also there?

 
 
 
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The skies open
endlessly.
I am just
lost in the unbroken.

 

My home is everywhere, nowhere.
How do I get there?

 

No, I’m not mad
I’m just a nomad.
A soul left displaced.
What is this place?

 

“Welcome to Jakarta,”
said the attendant. “Goodbye!”
I stop running
My castle left unfinished
yet again.

 
 
 
 
 
 

If this is my home,
Who’s coming?
And who’s going to be there?

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Muchaluva,

Stace.