I wish I could have said thank you in the dark
It would have been more heroic
I wish I could have stood my ground in courage
and planted my feet, fearless in the fog
Instead, I fell long and deep and slow…
Category: Transition
Where Am I From?
“Where are you from?” she asked me, well-meaning eyes expecting an answer that would fit neatly into this cup of tea after church world we’d stumbled into like refugees from another planet.
I blinked. My voice stumbling lost in my dark throat…
Dis-Location
This weeks poem… on my experience of moving countries.
