The Safety of My Home

The safety of my home

Is a luxury I may no longer

Be able to experience

Is a privilege that may soon be

Lost to me forever.

As I sit here I think

That someday

Someday soon

It may all be lost.

Lost to the greed and avarice

Of others.

Others who shall never know me.

Others who shall never care for me

As I leave my home

Forever

With no place to go.

Nothing is secure

And everything is irrelevant.

Anything is possible.

As I reflect upon

My younger days

Those days filled with hope

Those days where the future seemed

Much more lovely than today

I wonder if those days I once dreamed of

Shall ever be

Or will I be wandering free

From the past and

Free of any identity

Forever until I die

And then others will come after me

Again and again and again.

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: hope, hopelessness, political instability, privilege