Roar in the Afterglow

A Little poem I wrote;  in accordance with  Little Sparrow  and  To learn to see all of you with new eyes (self perception after leaving an abusive relationship) Awkward laugh, skinny arms or floppy belly. Every inch, every sound. - This story, I am telling It is a part of me. It is who I am. Through every hurdle they held my hand. So I will not hide, put walk forward with pride, To every single part, I will be kind. 

I wanted to write something short about living in another language. This might not hit home for everyone, but if not solidarity (which is the hope behind most of what I write), maybe this might offer some insight for those who have not been there, or for those who only speak one language and never been faced with this kind of adaption. Do you remember when you were 13 or 14 years old, trying to take part in the adults discussions, or keep track, understand... I mean I know the jokes were not probably of your highest interest, but imagine you wanted to understand? Get the banter, Got the pun? No pun intended.. god I still can not wrap my head around what that means.. Anyway...Imagine....There you are.. at 13 years old.. trying to understand business.. the terms, imagine that your completely new to this world.. and then you are expected to.. and try your best, daily. to juggle the words. That is what it feels like, most of the time, I know this writing, when there is no hurry or pres...