Desert Dweller

Here’s to the dreamers,
the wanderers,
the seekers of solace,
traversing landscapes of hostility,

Even as the world turns its back,
as walls rise higher,
gates grow fortified,
barbed wire sharpens.

In their eyes, is the flicker of hope,
stubborn flame refusing to die.
They are the waiters, the caregivers,
building, harvesting,
weaving dreams in the night.

They know the taste of sacrifice.
They dance in the rain of adversity,
and laugh in the face of despair.

In the shadows, they build, they toil,
crafting lives from the rubble of rejection.
Flowers blooming defiantly
from seeds planted in the cracks of concrete,
laughter spilling over fences
like rivers overflowing their banks.

Here’s to the dreamers,
hearts sewn together
by threads of resilience,
reminding us,
in their quiet resolve,

that the spirit of humanity
cannot be contained,
cannot be silenced,
will not be extinguished.

In the chaos of existence,
they sing, they shout
a chorus of defiance,
a symphony of survival.

Here’s to the dreamers
who remind us that home
is not a place but a feeling.
the flame flickering in the dark,
the whisper of hope
rising from the chaos.

© 2025 Bruno Talerico 
Stafford challenge day 103/365.
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