Stranger at Home
By TUNARUZ
Identifies with the nation of Morocco
I remembered the old swing
In the back yard
That rocked my little soul
To the high sky
The light voice of its chains
Which I could barely catch
Its sound through the air
I remembered the pure joy
The extraordinary scene
Around a magnificent place
We used to call home
I remembered the short path
Leading to the hall
Along which I felt undisturbed and safe
Smelling the glowing warmth
Coming from the inside
I could hear my family’s hearty laughs
As if yesterday was melted with today
The merciless missing urged me
To go back.
TUNARUZ is a Moroccan poet; she is currently based in Morocco. She earned her Bachelor’s degree in Cultural Studies and she finished her MA studies in ELT. She devotes her spare time to write, perform, and enjoy poetry at different events and slams. She has two of her poems published in The Bosphorus Review of Books.