PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT AND HEALING
M(y)gration: a Poem
She’s taking hits, but she’s taking flight
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 …