Culture Shock

Mon, 02/03/2020 - 08:48 -- Sadie01

Cold, wet, windy,

Dry, dusty, hot.

I found myself shocked.

Schedule, timely, plans.

Care free, no time, go with the flow.

The unfamiliar fear of being in a new place.

Home? 

Commitment? 

I pressed on.

We hold onto our words, despite the shock.

We press on, despite the homesick feeling.

And the result is growth.

Knowledge. 

Discovery of one's self. 

Friendships.

Victory over your fear. 

Vicotry over your doubt.

Victory over the shock. 

We made it, yes dry, dusty, and new,

We made it. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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