Native Tongue

I’ve been the foreigner
In every land I’ve lived
Seeking strangers to give
Alms of recognition
My ambition
To form a family
Bonded by noble desires,
But I’m ever the outlier
And my search is finished;
I return- I am diminished
And as I should be.
Slipping quietly from view
While foreigners run to and fro
Mending all the world’s woes
I will sit in the brokenness
That birthed me,

Because it’s the right thing to do.