A Love Letter to My Homeland
Home,
stitched into my breath, resting beneath my ribs.
Warm earth and open hands,
laughter drifting through sunlit streets,
a beauty that remembers how to bloom.
Yet a long shadow has crossed the sky,
a coldness laid by the weight of iron days.
The winds whisper quieter now,
and even the mountains hold their sorrow.
But I have seen dawn rehearsing in the dark.
I have felt light gathering its courage.
My homeland, beloved
you will rise luminous again,
your name carried by free voices,
your heart unafraid of the morning.
And I will be there,
loving you as I always have,
in shadow,
and in the brilliant return of the sun.