My soul belongs elsewhere
Where umber streets
Make serpentine twists
Where I feel transported back to a time
When nobody knew today's strives
Where my heart sings
And my lungs fill with ancient air
Where amber streetlamps
Burn a welcoming hue
Where I can see young boys ride their vintage bicycles
And a nonna who hangs her floral laundry above her balcony
This is where I used to live
Loud and extroverted
So completely opposite of my reserved mien
It was where I stood out
But in a way that I enjoyed
I want to be a foreigner again
Unique
Different
Appreciated
Here in my native land
I feel unwelcomed
Unwanted
A dime a dozen
Why are we born where we are?
Who decides our luck?
Do we really get what we deserve?
Certainly not
For there are so many who live unfair lives
May we all get to be in the place
That makes our hearts sing
About the Creator
Renee
I live for unexpected experiences and good food! As a cultural-enthusiast and linguaphile, my studies and passions have taken me around the world. I teach English as a foreign language and I believe that language is beyond powerful.
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
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