A Conversation With Destiny

I went in and didn’t look back

I didn’t want to show them how I lost my track.

I was excited, filled with butterflies and dew,

The moment I got there it felt like a lost winter morning, for no one to look to.

The language was different,

And I felt like an alien,

Unwanted, weird and unsocialized.

They would talk,

And I would look at them being confused.

Ah! It was hard, hard.

Hard to fight to blend in a place,

Where everything was new.

I was happy, I was sad,

I was confused, I was bad;

I tried, I tried, and I tried

But my inner conflicts held on to me,

Just like a child, who holds his mother to feel the tune.

The country was new,

The people too,

Their culture was different and their language too.

Making me feel miserable and unwanted,

Trying to break me through.

I tried, I tried, and I tried,

Fighting my own war,

Not letting Conflict win.

Making this place a new home,

A new language and culture to blend in;

Ah! I do miss home, and home misses me too,

But Destiny, you were different.

And Destiny replied,

“And you won this war,

Learning new things,

With love, belief, and trust,

Being your armour in this pretty little hue”.