Come Home Poem by Lovita Morang

Today I reign high,
In the kingdom-
Of somebody’s broken cradle;
Of somebody’s dead corpse.

these all you might have presumed

Dawn till dusk,
Wait for your homecoming;

Thousands of dream,
For you woven;

Thousands of days,
For you awaken.

Wrinkled hands folden;
Thousands of times Prayed,

To which Land you go?
Untouched relation,
sown

Heavy and hardened,
Weights of pain;
Walls heightened.
Darkened-
Here in home,
Waiting…

Burnt sagging hands,
Melting candle;
frozen

Come home.