Once I used to feel dead and sad for there was a large black cloud over me.

I always encourage

humans to write.

Something magical

happens

when using a pen on paper.

Better than words written

via keys.

So I have many 

letters 

from prison

following group work
or

at Training sessions 

poems

reflections

stories

feeling expounded

context worded.

A privilege when

I have permission to publish here.

Once I used to feel dead and sad 

for there was a large black cloud over me. 

I had come from a far away land, 

which no one knew about; 

there was a weird certainty about the people 

for they were different but all the same. 

If I were approached by someone 

I would smile and not utter a word. 

For their faces - smiles 

gave me a great uncertainty.

That's why I didn’t say much 

for I was different in a particular way 

that no one could understand. 

That's why now I still stay away from the people 

as there is a great uncertainty bout them.

By Davina

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