There are no words to describe

The ache inside me

I long — how I long! — to go home

Lost in the fog of exile

I’ve dreamt every day

Of escape, and now the fog clears

In the distance I can see

My dreams are alive

Waiting for my arrival, they breathe

I hold my breath, stuck in exile

The hours tick by

Freedom draws near, but is it real?

The break of day — is it here?

Blinking blurry eyes

Afraid I might wake, scared I won’t.