There is a land I wish to place
my feet -- upon the ground where
the Bosporus meets
the land of those I hold
most dear -- the place I can go
to lose all my fears.
Where the red flag -- crescent moon and
star hang
in honor from my home so very far
away from daily concerns -- that haunt
me so -- the only place I can go to
free my soul.
Where loved ones smiles radiate
my whole being -- the country of my
inner freeing.
Where ferries sail the Bosporus
and coffee comes in tiny cups
my soul feels less down and more ups
Where children play in the park
and beers swigged on the balcony
after dark.
Where plates of dolma fragrant the
room filling bellies with pleasure
uniting friends and family in leisure.
Where shoes are removed, bare feet
on every inch of the floor off loading
the sins of the city at the door.
Yes, plant me O Allah in Turkiye
Istanbul to be exact where my feet
can walk the land I love, I pray
to be taken back.
Alas my memories will have to make
due, 6000 miles away, from where I
removed my shoes.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Beautiful work Sam! 🌸
This piece really captures the longing for a place. I can relate to yearning for a spot that feels like home, where all your worries fade away.