💙 Dispatch #12: Berlin

Home.

Yesterday, I received a visa to stay in Germany for three years.

I’m celebrating with a poem.

Here you go.

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She beckons, you know.

Arms outstretched,

like cracks in the concrete -

pulling down into the shadows of her streets.


A wall ripples through the pavement,

decades of division dashed to dust.


This is a place of destruction.

The creative cauldron,

the fires that burn from the inside out.

A phoenix, of ashes.


Unkempt vines crawl the walls.

The cackle of doves, echoing.

A tattered man in sleeveless leather,

sleeping under invisible stars.


She beckons, you know.

She whispers.

She sings -

“I will teach you to feel again.”