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Geography of the Heart

The grainy sand of the land I’m not from 

Ties me to earth and yet I can’t stay 

Makes me feel like a child listening to that beautiful song

I heard once, years ago, that will never replay 

Cased in my deepest memories are the happiest of days

Waves billowed behind me as my brother kicked a ball around

My sister and her friend were dancing in complete disarray 

As I woke up in a hot, leathered seat with the biggest frown 

It’s cold and frigid in this place made of ice 

Wind blows mercilessly without cessation 

Ignoring my mothers calls are without a doubt my greatest vice
But she doesn't know it’s because 

My “saudade” is my biggest frustration

 

In and out of buildings Monday through Monday 

These walls know me better than I know myself 

My books opened wide while my world starts crumbling

They put me on a pedestal then trap me on a shelf 

But corporations only work in one way 

The system wants us to never leave

For after a while of not seeing ultraviolet rays 

We forget that the world did not begin with registration fees 

Courses and jobs and money and friends 

Balancing it all like some sort of circus pest 

With an ineffable desire to go home and smell that petrichor scent

One that places me in the most somber rest 

To be home is to be safe, but feel restless 

To be far is to be sad and productive 

I never knew a place like this could be so lawless 

The juxtaposition of reality fills my days with disruption 

Staring off into space never gets old 

In my mind the ethereal beauty of a city of Treasure 

Where all humans are created equally from the same mold

And happiness never meets stress but, instead, only

Pleasure 

I connect through common ground and struggle 

I grow through hardship and fear 

I find everything that I have in common with others 

Makes me realize that God is near 

But for now I stay put with black and white 

Living far away was the price needed to be paid
Sorrow and melancholy fly freely through my system like a kite

Tangled in my soul are promises to my dreams that remain

Sophia Kelly Gadelha Moreira

Sophia Moreira is a sophomore studying Nursing here at Rockhurst University. She has always enjoyed poetry and grew up writing as a form of comfort and release. This poem gives insight into glimpses of her childhood, how her decisions led her to move away from home at a young age to focus on her education, and how challenges of missing her family
evolved with her feeling like the best version of herself the more distant she is. The duality of feeling content and fulfilled while also experiencing “saudade” a Brazilian word meaning “to miss something deeply” can be very complex. Her hope is that this piece may be relatable to others even if it means something completely different to each person.

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