I am tired.
weary.
drained.
exhausted.
my eyes are red. my muscles ache with fatigue.
I feel so alone.
yet, my friends are near.
my dog, too. my cat.
it is my family I mourn for.
I have no road back home.
I have no home.
what do I do with my father?
how do I belong to my sisters, my mother?
it feels like a bomb has gone off in the family.
I am not allowed to enter the country.
I am the top suspect.
how deep this grief guts me.
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