How Does It Feel To Be Home Poem by Koffi B Sossou

How does it feel to be home
After years away from your dome
How does it feel to see your loved ones again
The warmth of their hugs, the softness of their kisses,
The long hours of flashbacks, talking about everything and nothing
The moments you missed, the times you spent without them

How does it feel?
How does it feel to stand on the tombstones of loved ones?
How does it feel to face the silence of those who fell asleep when you were away?
Those you promised to see again on your return home;
The Grandma, the Stepmom, the Brother, and the Nephew?

How does it feel?
How does it feel to talk to them in the hope that they'd hear you?
What if they could really hear and see you, but you,
can't?
Would they think you are dumb, deaf or even dead
just like you think they are, lifeless?

Lifeless, really?

How do they feel?
Do they share the same feelings like you?
Do they miss you, too?
Are you going to live as a family again someday?
Sometimes their silence is so loud and heavy that it makes you cry all over again.
And leaves you with endless memories and questions...