The Runaway Bride

I start to join my hands

They look at me in confusion

And I remember, with a shock

It’s different here

I am happy with my new family

But in the first two months

I realise it’s not home

That’s when it starts to go wrong

Every time I make up a cup of tea

Or greet someone, or chat in the hall

It starts off carefree and fun

Then it turns around to throttle me

I attempt to get accustomed to it

To the different norms and rules

I try to become like everyone else

But in truth, I’m walking on eggshells

In half a year I am a stranger to myself

Faith has lost me as I have lost it

I tell myself it was worth it

But my feet want to run away again