Melissa Fung

They put you down a hole in Afghanistan
Like a mole they put you in a hole in
the dusty earth in a prison for ransom
You survived on prayer and inner strength
Memories of family loved ones and letters
you penned to reassure them you were OK
Beloved and saintly woman baring the fumes
of dust and dirt and filth of greedy men
your rosary beads gave comfort in darkness
tears came when all else failed you alone
I read your book under an afghan sky from
comfort of my warm bed you slept on rock
Each day I wait with you for your freedom
Thank God they did not rape your body that
they had some decency from their own faith
You took time to pen your survival and I
turned the pages with you as you laid bare
the slow turning of time of twenty five days
you made it Melissa you made it to Kabul
but you passed through the shadows first
in your hell hole of filth and stench below
never knowing where the story was going to end