The Ache
Current mood:
lonely
There is a place that has my heart. lonelyIt's red dirt still stains my shoes
A place that I am not from
It has become my home
My heart hurts
A dull ache everyday
For the land that has become home
So far away
Okay, so I a poet I am not. My last attempt a poetry was probably in 10 grade English, where I soon realized I was terrible at it, so I has Liz write poems for me. (Thanks Liz!!!)
It is amazing that a place I have been away from for 7 months can have me writing poetry. I don't know if it is being away from the man I love, or the cold, or the sad lonely days I have been having, but I would give just about anything to be in Uganda right now. There is not a day that has gone by in the last four years that I have not thought about Uganda, I wonder if there will ever come a day that I won't think of it.
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