Was inspired by a friend of mine to write this poem. She added a new term to my vocabulary the other day- 'Third Culture Kids' & with it a deep sense that everybody is trying to belong, trying to find his place in a lonely world. If you want to learn more about TCK's, please click here. This poem is dedicated to all those who are making their journey to that mystifying place called 'Home'.
It’s hard when I have to let go; 
On this road of life, tears in my lonely eyes.
Saying my goodbyes in every new town,
And slipping through every tender embrace.
A part of me I have left in every corner.
In friendships long departed.
And my heart aches every moment,
When eyes evade and I just try to belong,
I am the dusk and I am the dawn.
Every colour of the rainbow.
I am the bridge between chasms;
In the division between souls.
Maybe some day I will find a way to rest,
Memories of those in silhouettes,
As I join hands with other teary eyes,
Seeing then I belong; on the way home.
On this road of life, tears in my lonely eyes.
Saying my goodbyes in every new town,
And slipping through every tender embrace.
A part of me I have left in every corner.
In friendships long departed.
And my heart aches every moment,
When eyes evade and I just try to belong,
I am the dusk and I am the dawn.
Every colour of the rainbow.
I am the bridge between chasms;
In the division between souls.
Maybe some day I will find a way to rest,
Memories of those in silhouettes,
As I join hands with other teary eyes,
Seeing then I belong; on the way home.
