Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Wars forced us to leave many houses behind
So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind
I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name
I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane
My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated
Then I remember,
Home was never far behind
Home is a place here in my mind
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee