Laments of a lost soul

(inside the mind of a refugee)

What an existence,
forced out of my place of comfort,
Forced away from what i call home,
finding a new reality in a different world,
Uprooted from my foundation.
How could this be?

They say I must be the change I want to see in the world,
but what must I do when my world is stripped of all hope? How do I change what I cannot see? How do I see what I should change in a reality that is out of my hands?
Where must i look for hope?

My question answers itself when i turn and look at my little sister, a beacon of light in a dark world. She cannot get used to this (I think to myself).... this is not the way I envision her future,
I must do all in my power to change what she knows as reality (no child deserves this)...Surely that is worth living for.
I see the suffering of my people, they suffer for a living and live unremarkable lives. What potential do they possess? Plenty. Can they unleash it? Not like this....... can I stand by and watch this? NO...

And so here I am thousands of kilometers away from home, a refugee. Uprooted from my own home, adjusting to a strange land whose customs I am not privy to. What does this mean for me, the lost travellor? It means I have a chance to help alter the reality for my sister, family and people, surely something worth living for..... Yes, it is not ideal, being away has ripped out a piece of my soul, but my life will mean more if I fight for the cause of my own people. Maybe one day we can look back at the nastiness as a nightmare, the key being that it is all over...

Hope springs eternal, just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost.....