A Stranger to Life

A Stranger to Life

Beneath this endless sky

I stand alone

an outcast to the ground I tread.

I ask myself

where is the fairness

that others seem to find?

Why does peace

feel like a dream

I can never touch?

Breathing feels like a punishment

each day heavier than the last

This place was never meant for me—

I am adrift,

a stranger in a life

that refuses to see me.

My heart aches for a land

that doesn’t push me away

a place where I can finally feel

I am alive.

_ Mohammed Arshad Amin