A stranger in foreign lands

I live among my very kind,

equal in blood,

but with a different mind.

I always feel I am alone,

a tiny pebble in a pile of stone.

Silent complaints and barren demands,

I am a stranger in foreign lands.

 

Sleepless nights,

wandering thoughts,

entwined emotions of dreams I sought. Regions of sorrow and moments of pain, dark distant murmurs that drive me insane. Tearful eyes and signs of fear,

but in my nadir I must persevere.

 

On cold winter nights

and in long summer days,

I look for hope in a praiseful phrase.

Or a word of respect,

once in a while,

a cheerful laugh,

or a comforting smile.

A pat on the back,

or a shake of the hand,

signs of contentment that make me stand.

 

With a longing heart I opened my eyes,

and looked above at the laden skies.

I saw glimpses of memories,

in a distant village,

fading whispers,

and a shattered image.

As clouds of emotions,

roamed high above,

with the gusting wind,

I send home my love.