have been so overwhelming
for me and some members
of my family that are here.
This new apartment houses us all.
It is a little cramped
with the five of us.
One bedroom has three cots
and no one has privacy.
We will find a bigger
when the rest of the family
some day, hopefully, arrives.
The smell of our closeness
only contributes to some
of the hurt words that
are being thrown at us.
It has been that way
since moving everything
to this new country.
Some of the words said
are not understood.
However as I learn the new language
what is being said will be understood.
Where I am from, words are nothing
compared to the torture I have seen.
There was fear every day there.
Never knowing if members of the family
would be there when you were awoken
or if you would be awoken
to the fires of miscalculated hate.
The word throwers here are few
compared to the kindness we have seen.
Jackets and blankets showing up
from out of nowhere by unknown senders.
Food and shelter given until
all of that can be afforded
after training and finding work.
That is when I will feel
I am part of this new land.
When I can afford all on my own
and walk with full pride.
This land will give all of that.
I can see that, feel that
with every night that bad dreams stop
in my new found home.
January 20, 2016
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2016