Take Me Home!

By Laxmi Guria

Take me home.

Under the roof of your arms,

can’t breathe among this pain,

so calculatedly it pierces through my heart.

Bless me with what I lack, or

strip away what I have,

make me one of your wonders, or

create me one while this soul suffers.

Tears tell that I am weak,

when I smile, they call me a freak,

blind these eyes so they can’t see,

break this blood machine so it can’t beat.

Take me home,

where you stay and speak,

as this world of yours

is where neither I can live

nor stand still.

By Laxmi Guria