Exile

In the womb of Africa
Reality lies before her
Fugitive from fury and fear
Victim of a vicious year!

People small and nature vast
What does it take
To erase the past?
Fight or flight, go or stay
Frantic to find a better way

Exile’s such a bitter place
Struggles take the smile
From her face
Her mind a thorny, well-worn path
As she navigates
The aftermath

To face what life’s
Stacked up to be
This is survival by degrees

Ever hoping, anticipating
The land of gold and green’s
Still waiting
Another while
For this exile

July 2021 – the 2nd pandemic year in ‘exile’