Connected and yet disconnected

A part of two lands

 

Returning home as a stranger

Returning home out of place

 

Losing your tongue feeling out of place, a traitor

Gaining a tongue feeling accomplished, accepted, a traitor

 

Part of a tree with roots and branches stretching far and wide

Joining another tree, creating new links, inosculation

 

Holding on to the colour and tastes of home

Appreciating new flavours and learning new colours

 

A constant battle is waged

Feeling exhausted but determined to find balance

 

But in one way I am free

Free to explore new corners

Free to map the skies

And roam the seas

In respectful reverent curiosity