And as soon as I looked around
I felt my stomach
flip and turn,
nausea taking a hold of me.
Pebbles were being dropped
into it, weighing me down with sadness.
The sadness grew
because this was where the sadness
had first started.
I tried to dismiss this feeling
a simple homesickness
or bitterness about having to return
but deep inside me
I felt the profound love for my home
battling the profound hate for it,
resulting in illness of body
and illness of mind.
