By Mo   

I lay on the shiny sands- tickling my back, making me fight the anxiety, the fear that engulfed me, sandwiched me between, homelessness and hopelessness,
I lay, looking at the stars - looking behind the stars, then, then, I saw my new home.
A ring of fire decorated the house, the house white- like my gametes, shone, brighter yet dimmer,
I thought of when I was a little one, holding onto my mama's hands, she rants, she sweats, then, she strikes me, like a hungry simba. "You're irritating me. Don't be like your dad," she roars.
Still looking at my new home, the one behind the stars, the one , as white as my gametes.
Suddenly, the wave hits my face, I shiver, my teeth quakes , forming a sad rhythm,
A rhythm of homelessness and hopelessness,
I stand, back to reality,
The home beyond the stars vanished,
Not knowing its colour,
And the ring of fire.
By Mohamed A. Mohamed

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Inspired by feeling of hopelessness.