The home, I wanted to build

You were the lesson I never wanted to learn,  

A dream I never wanted to wake up from,  

A ladder I never wanted to climb,  

A passing cloud I never wanted to wave at,  

A sunset I never wanted to drown with,  

A road I never wanted to look back on,  

A heartache I never wanted to endure.

Yet,

You were the home I wanted to build,  

The starry sky I wanted to gaze at all night,  

Clay I wanted to mold,  

The dawn I never wanted to miss,  

The spring where I wanted to plant flowers,  

The port I wanted to reach,  

The cage I never wanted to leave.

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Fiza Amir is a fourth-year medical student based in Pakistan, currently serving as the Vice President of her university’s Writing Society. She has worked as an Editorial Associate and contributing author for her university’s upcoming student-run magazine. Her recent short story, “The Child Bride’s Doll,” was published in The Wise Owl.