Neverending
A Found Poem inspired by The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
By Sonya Pashkewych Home. I am here, yet I am not. Grey sidewalks, grey clouds, grey buildings. I think back to when I was a child. Happy and free. The yellow sun, shining down from the blue sky. The red pomegranate juice dripping down my chin. The sounds of busy Kabul echoing through the air. I search for familiar aromas. Familiar textures. But they are not here. I climb one mountain, looking for somewhere I don’t feel so out of place. But all I see staring back at me is another mountain. I climb higher and higher, but after every hill I top, another peak looms in the distance. Neverending.
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