Homesick

Inside my mind there is a door
To the life I lived in a time before

Each detail preserved in filigree
Etched into my living memory

I open the door and walk right in
My living reverie begins

Rooms, so orderly
Familiar, predictable

Truth is golden
People are readable

Each detail preserved in filigree
Etched into my living memory

Homesick and stateless
I walk right in
My living reverie begins

Things make sense there
But I’m not welcome

Allah hu akbar!
Religious oppression

Each detail preserved in filigree
Etched into my living memory

Memories run deep
But threats are large

Friends in jail
Allegations, no charge

Torture
Spies
And wire taps

Suspicion, hatred
a bloody mess.

Division in my own family
Harsh cruel reality.

Inside my mind I close the door
On the life I miss in the time before.

Each detail preserved in filigree
Etched forever into my memory.

I open the door and walk right in.Now reality begins.