Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4] *RE-EDITS IN PROGRESS*

Left behind, but not Lost

Tied in a knot is my foreign tongue.

It hides in big crowds

Where the locals view me like a show.

Put to shame,

I want to flee,

But I am turned, lingering back.

This world calls me like a friend.

For so long, we felt like frenemies.

Though, the other world knows my routines.

My lingo,

My ways.

I cannot abandon the other and just remain with one.

Both have shown me pain.

Both have outweighed the other on different days.

I wave to the foreigners.

They stare at me.

I may look like them,

But fail to be like them.

I check on the world I was born in,

It hits me with bills, but familiar walls.

The cold front meets the hot.

Caught in-between two worlds,

I will stay.

As I am growing older, I find a way

To balance and somehow please both.

No pro, but I cannot avoid such episodes.

I wave again to the foreigners.

Shy smiles are the responses.

I look back at my first world,

A brave fist in the air.

It tells me to keep trying.