Stranger
Priscilla Okoye
My boots are worn, my toes sore,
from a far country I’ve travelled,
and I’ve walked miles in search of a shelter in this foreign country.
I’ve walked alone and lonesome
though a passerby to many, for I am an outlander.
But today, though my shoes be worn and toes sore,
my heart’s warm, for a stranger waved at me, and his smile said welcome.
Welcome stranger.
from a far country I’ve travelled,
and I’ve walked miles in search of a shelter in this foreign country.
I’ve walked alone and lonesome
though a passerby to many, for I am an outlander.
But today, though my shoes be worn and toes sore,
my heart’s warm, for a stranger waved at me, and his smile said welcome.
Welcome stranger.
Priscilla Okoye writes about self-healing, growth, and resilience in distress. She has Masters degrees in English Language and in Leadership and Human Resources Management and is presently studying to be a psychotherapist. She is a stay-home-mum and volunteers as a blog writer, newsletter designer, library attendant, and website content creator/administrator.
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