Silent Screams- A Poem
A poem reflecting on one of the many struggles of an immigrant
In a land not my own, I stand alone,
Lost in translation, my thoughts unknown.
A tongue, once fluent, now stumbles and falls,
As I struggle to make sense of it all.
The sounds of my childhood, now distant and rare,
Echo within me, but nobody cares.
Memories of home, they haunt and they ache,
Leaving me longing, in this foreign place.
I yearn for the warmth of familiar embrace,
For the comfort of laughter, in my mother’s face.
But here, in this country, I’m just a stranger,
Lost in the language, I’m in danger.
The weight of my struggles, it presses me down,
Making it hard, to rise from the ground.
I’m burdened by thoughts, of what I’ve left behind,
Wondering if I’ll ever feel, peace of mind.
Still I strive, to make a new life,
To find a new home, to be free from strife.
But the pain of the past, it lingers and stays,
And the words that I need, still slip away.
So I pray, for the strength to endure,
For the courage to stand, and be heard for sure.
For a future where love and kindness prevails,
And the immigrant’s voice, finally exhales.