Friday, May 8, 2015

Honduras by Fabi


It’s my homeland
I miss it
It’s where I had my childhood
It was gone once I got here
I don’t know if to regret or not
I miss it

It’s my homeland
If I had the chance to go back
I wouldn’t take it
It’s not a place you would call “safe”
But I never felt danger

It’s my homeland
It’s hard to remember but also hard to forget
If I had to choose
I wouldn’t, because one day
These memories will make someone smile

And I will know it’s worth it.

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