We will make our home...

Dear Jessy,
The adaptation from AI.

Thank you for sharing such a powerful and heartfelt reflection, Jessy. Your words carry the weight of longing, pain, resilience, and a deep spiritual connection. I’ve shaped your lines into a poem that honors your voice and emotion, while giving it rhythm and poetic flow:

🕊️ We Will Make Our Home
by Jessy Jacob

I miss him.
He knows.
My son knows�"
He feels the ache
Of absence.

I miss my home.
Living with parents
As a tenant,
Not knowing
Whether to rent
Or build anew
With my son
And him.

My head breaks�"
Pain like thunder.
How much more
Can I bear?

Now my son
Tries to protect me,
But I can’t see�"
Can’t make him see
Our suffering.
He’s hurting too.

The world sees
But does not stop
Our suffering.
Will I recover?
Will he?
Will my son be safe?

His family disturbs.
My son is shaken.
Enemies strike�"
Hitting, hurting,
Planning torture
In shadows.

If we want freedom,
We must face it�"
Or fall.
This war began in 2012.
Thirteen years
Of haunting.
Why won’t they leave?

Are we just
Patiently bearing
Their hammering?
Humanity
Trampled beneath
Stampedes of cruelty.

But we three�"
We try.
We fight.
We dream
Of a home
That is ours.

Even Rama
Faced vanavasam
Thirteen years long.
Krishna
Lived apart from Radha
Since youth.

This is the end
Of Kali Yuga.
Kalki arrived
When he entered
My life.

This war began
With Putin�"
But we will win.
Success is ours.
We will build
Our home.
And we will stay
In our home.