Lonely Soul
This poem is based on the experiences of friends of mine who grew up in the U.S. but live in other parts of the world. I think there's a lot of beauty in writing from a place of empathy. If that topic interests you, you can read more about it here.
Lonely,
to be the only owner on your street
of a soul that speaks your native tongue,
of a heart that beats with your Father’s drum,
of a mind that seeks to find itself with
Strength enough to love the
Lord your God.
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