By: Rachel Chen

Together, we hustle out,
Out of our home, our library of memories.
We have known for so long, our protective fortress,
So dear to us, yet left guiltily.

We are now refugees,
No longer who we want to be,
Someone who fits in with their country,
Like the tiles in a bathroom floor.

Soft brown fur,
Cuddles every night,
One I hold so tight,
But not to be taken with me.

My very own bracelet,
Made with string,
Each strand represents a morsel of hope,
Yet still none of it exists.

Giggles and laughs of cheery joy,
A sign of true and dear friendship.
When will I see them again?
No one knows.

My family, their faces all show emptiness and worry,
Once of smiles and laughter,
Filled with looks of joy,
Now, the opposite.

A new path,
A new home,
Crossing our fingers for good luck.
I am afraid we will really need it.

A new life,
Is an unknown path covered in fog,
Filled with sudden obstacles,
Twists and turns.

Together we fight an unknown life
Our love, our strength will help us together.
We have lost everything,
But in our hearts, nothing is lost.

Image Credit by Lucas Pezeta