Another Immigrant

She finally took the flight that day with her whole life packed in a suitcase ;

She was ready for a whole new path to trace.

Stepping in a whole new land, Breathing in the chilly wind;

Leaves were happily fallin’, autumn was setting in

Beginnings seemed so fun as she started discovering the unknown;

Making a place for her, Despite being scared she set out alone.

The days kept unfolding like a map;

Sometimes how hard life does slap!

Migrating your life to a new country can be hard;

Some experiences can forever leave you scarred.

Despite the breakdowns and struggle all along;

she kept on moving with a heart of stone

Ticking clock was reminding she was just an immigrant;

Her phone’s gallery made her realise how much she missed her homeland.

You never know what a year can do to you;

You have to focus on every moment you grow through.

Living abroad may sound cheesy;

But only the person who face it knows it’s not that easy.

A year ago, I came here in quest of my dreams;

I strongly believe the hustle will be replaced soon with all the good I still have not seen.

Smiling back at all the good or whatever worst upon me life has thrown;

In the end, I have to accept this is now my home.

Today marks a year of me living abroad, so

here’s how I wrote my heart away in a poem about what I have gone through as an immigrant.

Love and Light,

Khansa.