Heaven

Some days I crave a sun so bright

Instead of Memphis rain

And people that can say my real name

Some days I feel my skin turning back

A darker shade close to black

And I hear my roots calling me home

But most days I know I am not alone

In feeling so far away from home

We’re all immigrants after all

Waiting for the call

To return to heaven

Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Self Love

Don’t forget to nurture your soul

…

You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do

A Look Inside

My first poetry collection is published and I’m so excited to share it with you all!

Here’s a look inside Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection by me, R.J. Zarkani

Available for sell on Amazon and Kindle

For more information click HERE