Your life has been divided into two locations
Each with their own cultures and people
You cannot help but feel as though you are two entities
Forced to run after
Who you thought you used to be
And catching up with who you think you are
Forced to adjust parts of yourself
To suit who you were
The little changes in your voice
Shedding off of your confidence
Stepping into old habits and abandoning new joys
Yet when night falls and you gaze up at the same starry sky
You become angry with yourself
And heartbroken as you start to lose grip on your new self
You vow to be better tomorrow
But the cycle returns and continues endlessly
The only way it escapes is when you’re alone in a room of familiar faces
And realise your time with them has come to an end
Words by Patricia Mang’ira
Artwork by Grace Plunkett
This piece was originally published in Edition 29.
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