The drama of life

One year ago she came here at about 58 quilos, maybe happy, harmless and unsure.
It was supposed to be a dream come true and she thought it should be fun.

The air was cold and she didn't like the equally cold stares she got.
The tea tasted strange, the accent was difficult and her heart ached from memories of home.

Everyday she put on a smile, at least she thought it was a smile.
There were no friends and hardly any friendly faces.
Struggling with work and deadlines, maintaining the distance which existed not only in her head.

There were happy moments, in front of a 72 inch screen, hidden in her room, lying in bed.
Parties, silly jokes and drunk friends was becoming the norm.

More loneliness, a thicker shell, some moments of freedom and a false confidence.
Doubt interspersed with belief, vacations ruined by stress.
A prayer to be back in the land her soul yearned for while trying to love the one she was in.

Beliefs shattered, every emotion vomited through the system, no one to understand.
Spiritual progress, love for the abundant loneliness, a vulnerable heart which has always been so.

Summer.Yay!

More tribulation came, it was a deeper fall this time with three days of unadulterated, uninterrupted despair and no hunger.
This time the strategy was one battle at a time.

A re-emergence.

A tad bit heavier, somehow happy, still harmless and unsure, she takes her life too seriously or maybe not.

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There is so much drama in our lives.