My Path Lies In A Distant Land

I’m living in a foreign land, where there’s peace and quiet, But everything inside of me is far from being silent. I cry and pray for Ukraine, mourning in my soul, Overcome with helplessness, watching this war unfold. I call my friends and family just to see if they’re alright, Every single day, hoping they lived through the night. Pray, is all that I can do, with hope and faith! My path may lay in a distant land, but in my heart, Ukraine remains. A poem dedicated to my birth …