Fourlinegraphia

  The Border of the Heart ********************* The map was redrawn with a stranger's ink, And overnight, the world began to shrink. The courtyard where we whispered of our dreams, Was torn apart by borders and by screams. You stayed behind the fence of rising wire, While I was swept away by smoke and fire. *** I carry still the bracelet that you gave, A silent relic salvaged from the wave. They tell me I must look ahead, rebuild, To find a life that’s safe and unfulfilled. So I become the bread, the strength, the stone, To keep my fragile family from the bone. *** But every time the evening shadows fall, I hear your distant voice begin to call. My sister wears the smile that should be mine, While I am fading slowly past the line. They think I am a pillar, stern and deep, Who only works and has no tears to weep. *** They do not know that when the lanterns die, I look across the dark and bitter sky. The country of my youth is lost to time, And loving you has grown into a crime. I ga...

  The border was a wound drawn across our blood, A sudden storm that stole the earth we knew. The rivers forgot the songs they once had sung, And the sky no longer felt like home or true. We left our doors, our gardens, and our names, Carrying only memories in our eyes. A home is not made only of walls and flames- It lives where a heart can safely rise. I walked away with nothing in my hand, Yet carried worlds that others could not see. The dust of my homeland followed every step, A silent shadow walking beside me. I became a pillar made of fragile clay, Holding a roof of borrowed skies above. I hid my wounds beneath a quiet smile, And gave my weakness the shape of love. They saw the lamp that brightened up their night, The hands that stitched their broken dreams again. They never saw the darkness inside my soul, Or counted all the tears hidden like rain. I became the river that never stopped flowing, Even when the stones had broken me. I gave my mornings to their tomorrow, And bur...