There was once this girl,
who treasured her family and her home.
Happy and carefree she would walk,
having a simple and common life.
She never met grave pain
or thought of something new to explore.
One day she traveled, began to explore.
And saw how unique she was as a girl.
She realized that love can cause such pain,
enough to made her abandon her own home
and start an exciting and new life,
without having a lonely road to walk.
Thus, she began an unknown path to walk.
A new land she found, countless to explore.
She found a purpose in her life,
forgetting that she once was a young girl.
But she felt quick enough that home
was far away. And then came pain.
She grew lonely, shed tears of pain.
It was hard to breath, impossible to walk.
The old memories dried, so did home.
Soon the days were short, nothing to explore.
I can’t belong, said the girl,
where is the purpose I had in life?
She began to miss that distant life.
Every return to her land brought more pain.
No future seemed possible for the girl,
two paths in front of her, but none she could walk.
The love she felt was not there to explore.
Her heart was repeating,where is my home?
Countless days passed, she still had no home.
She missed everything, sun, earth and life.
But wait, outside the window I see something to explore.
I put down the pencils, the notebook, the pain,
and go out to the sun to take a walk,
forgetting for a while, the life of that girl.
Outside the house, slowly disappearing I see the pain.
It seems that through life, I learned how to walk.
Discovering, exploring the feelings of any foreign girl.
This poem is part of a university exercise