I come home a foreigner.
The sun is warm and welcoming,
But the environment has changed.
Curiosity is beckoning,
But with gentle eyes.
I come home changed.
Last time I was more timid,
This time, a little stronger.
Last time I thought my weaknesses were insipid,
This time, I claim them as a part of me —
I come home curious,
As to what it might be, I ponder.
The family dynamics.
The opportunities that I may squander,
In fear of becoming my truest self.
I come home braver.
Even though on the outside I may be frailer,
Even though.
I might not be, but opportunities I can tailor,
So, it is with courage I move forward.
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 1:09 AM UTC
I come home a foreigner.
The sun is warm and welcoming,
But the environment has changed.
Curiosity is beckoning,
But with gentle eyes.
I come home changed.
Last time I was more timid,
This time, a little stronger.
Last time I thought my weaknesses were insipid,
This time, I claim them as a part of me —
I come home curious,
As to what it might be, I ponder.
The family dynamics.
The opportunities that I may squander,
In fear of becoming my truest self.
I come home braver.
Even though on the outside I may be frailer,
Even though.
I might not be, but opportunities I can tailor,
So, it is with courage I move forward.
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