“You are not welcome here” you tell me,
kneading the thread of my fate in your cold, rough hands.
I bow my head in silent defeat,
accepting that I am not yet home.
I may never be home.
I have looked hell in the face –
its strikingly human face.
My soul-wrenching hope for survival has led me to your door
and now it will lead me away.
Do you know the subtleties of a heartbeat?
You know that my human heart beats just like yours,
pushing blood through my veins just like yours.
I know better.
Even our humanity can’t connect us –
that’s why you find it so easy
to say goodbye.