“ I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay.
It feels like pinching to me either way.
The places I long for the most,
Are the places where I’ve been.
They are calling after me like a long lost friend.
It’s not about losing faith,
It’s not about trust.
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much.
The place I was wasn’t perfect,
But I had found a way to live.
It wasn’t milk or honey,
But then, neither is this.
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt.
Leaving out what it lacked.
The future feels so hard,
And I want to go back.
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I’ve learned.
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned.
The past is so tangible.
I know it by heart.
Familiar things are never easy to discard.
And I was dying for some freedom,
But now I hesitate to go.
I am caught between the promise
And the things that I know.”
Painting Pictures of Egypt by Sara Groves