Poetry

Foreigners

“I feel like I’m trapped in a world
that speaks an entirely different language.”

This new reality of mine is so foreign that I feel like I’m trapped in a world that speaks an entirely different language. Not even my body can make sense of itself. And it hurts like hell to try and fail to understand what’s really happening to me on the inside.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I know I’ll adapt soon enough.

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