Despondent and afraid, she walked along The road they said led to somewhere. Cause the hope that had surged at the start of the path The songs she had hummed when the journey begun Had faded, been muted, by her thoughts on the run. Yet she walked on bravely, shoulders drooping, With the weight of the sorrow in her soul. For every step that was taking her somewhere Was really just taking her Further from home. The loneliness pressed closer, suffocating her senses. And really she just wanted to scream. But her throat was too dry, her soul much too weak. So she walked on quietly, Mumbling a prayer for those left behind. And then in the distance she could finally see The end of her path, a place to be free. As it rose on the horizon, her heart skipped a beat For she saw the uniforms, the batons and the barbed wire fences Beckoning yet Menacing... could she dare to fly free. And that song that had sprung from hope, from survival Bubbled again, ...
I call myself a global nomad. Born in Ethiopia, I grew up in India and have since had eight moves, across three continents. I enjoy writing about life as a trailing wife, parenting four third culture children and social issues. I have also published a short Memoir ‘A Little Girl's Dream- Our Adoption story’.