New World

I left the country from where I was raised Only to find out my whole life I was a slave. I walked into a world, shiny and new Where at first I did not know what to expect say or do. It’s more beautiful than anyplace I have ever seen But I still have old data and I am being rewired from the machine For the place of plenty and riches is where my soul now runs At times it can scare me when I realize what I had allowed myself to become. But the waters are clear and the rain is pure I must look to the light and what it has in store Battles once returning are suddenly burning For time helped me heal From the vultures that were once aloud to steal Change is scary but what’s more scary is not to change Pieces of this culture are becoming less and less strange. The old way of life in that far away land that will never compare to the joy of having fear of no man In this place I am learning how to finally stand, In this place I build my house on a solid rock instead of sand. By: Sabina New world contest