PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT AND HEALING

M(y)gration: a Poem

Sarah Meier
1 min readNov 29, 2020

She’s taking hits, but she’s taking flight

Image (edited) by Viktor Talashuk on Unsplash

Months of looking back at who it was before;

Young but fierce, an unhealthy yearning for more.

Greener, far greener’s the grass on the other side;

Right now, whilst healing, it’s easier to hide.

And at long last, she might catch a glimpse of the sun;

Though she’s strong — she’s growing — her growth’s far from done.

It takes time, resilience, patience, self-love;

Only, sometimes, she wonders if she’s doing enough.

No time for self-doubt; she’s a masterpiece; she’s hella tough.

I’m not a poet; I’ve never been a poet. I’m just a person who likes words. It’s been a tough year, and with my body constantly in fight-or-flight response, it’s easy to find my imagination drifting. I’ve moved country three times during the pandemic; I’ve had decision fatigue. I’ve questioned so much. Time to rest

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Sarah Meier

Perplexed millennial. Self-made overthinker. Seeking life’s cathartic lightbulb moment(s).