Among the ruins of broken lives,
they came across great expanses,
searching for a place to rest their weariness.
Empty from hunger.
Full from hope.
Carrying with them stories of their pasts,
and the bones of their ancestors.
while looking out over myriad expressions,
in quest of a familiar face.
Grasping the future in clasped hands
tucked into worn pockets.
Afraid to let go,
lest dreams scatter like lost seeds
among devouring crows of indifference.
broken bodies pitch tents
of sparse comfort.
Taking refuge along the never ending
journey of freedom.
Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware, USA. She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, Indiana Voice Journal, Halcyon Days Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets, and BSU’s Celestial Musings Anthology.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)