One step at a time. I’m only getting closer. But am I? I was told this was the gate to freedom though I know none of these people. How would they know if they’ve never been over the border? Why do we have borders anyway? Why should I be told where to go and where …
Growing up; a baby into a toddler, a child into a teen and so on and on. A cycle so many of us have familiarised ourselves with Over the border into a new chapter of life, A toddler learning to walk, to talk , to jump, to play :these things all help to get past …
Over the Border We try not to think about it Every day is another day closer to crossing the Border Mothers and Fathers Friends and relatives They don’t stay forever They all cross the Border Eventually And so will you It creeps up on you Like shadows in the night Swallows you whole And before …
Over the border, it’s a whole other land Where the sun is always shining, and the grass is always green No longer are they bound by rules or expectations No longer are they trapped in a land bound to violence The people there, they come from far and wide Bringing with them stories, and …
You stand, facing the mountains. Gazing out. Across the border. All that you have worked for, every step you have taken, every single night spent on the run, has led you to this. Like a tiny boat in a ferocious storm, you have been tossed and turned with no one to care for you. You …
Many dream of one day crossing over the border, immigrating into a new life, : for most it remains that way. Nothing more than a fantasy, an illusion. What is it that is so sensational over the border that is worth wasting your thoughts on? Nobody should aspire to discover what is over the border …
Should I do it? Can I do it? What happened last time? I failed I’ll never be able to But what if I try You only live once I might be able to I might be able to do it If I break down the borders holding me back The borders between what I …
i remember what it’s like to leave the one place that i have called home. i remember what it’s like to take the trek across to the unknown. i remember what it is like to not know weather i am gonna survive the night ahead. i remember what it’s like to suffer because i am …
Over the border, the clear cutting lines, where sweet dreams turned sour by incessant sirens, their clammy fingers dragging you from a fitful sleep. Their voices are like nails on a chalkboard, slashing through your mind. Tearing through your thoughts as if they were mere paper to be ripped up and discarded. Forgotten. You are …
Time kills when you have a life-threatening decision to make. Darkness. A small box room. A door. That’s all it is really. It’s definitely enough to make one tremble with worry and fear. Fear that fate is up to whatever is behind the door. And you know you’re going to have to open it. Ones …
