Feelings of foreignness

Faint in my forested heart

When it rained the terrain changed


I thought if I hiked back to where I was before

To who I was before

I could remember recognizable sights


But the light, its different

And what was once illuminated

No longer shines, or shines brighter


So I can only find my way forward

I can only cut through thicker vines

I can only abide in the light that leads me uncharted




Presumably from the Swedish främling, “stranger, alien, foreigner, outsider.”Framlings -are individuals who are recognised as being of the same species as the subject, but who are from another planet. Culture and manners between Framlings may be different, but they are still similar


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