They ask me what’s wrong with your beloved?
She looks sad, heartbroken, and in despair
Where is her smile you often praise?
I answered them my beloved is sick
She’s in pain, she has been for awhile
It pains me to see her this way
But I know she will heal
She will smile again
She will stand on her feet again
For I know my beloved
Hidden beneath all the chaos you see
Hopes, dreams, joy, and prosperity
Author’s note: This poem is about my home, which I miss and think of a lot, as well as my family, friends, and neighbors.
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