I am a stranger on these lands
a foreigner in these waters
I do not speak the language
I have not smelled these scents
I do not know these streets
and the smiles I see disguise
the abrasiveness of my existence
the intrusiveness of my walk
the harshness of my speech
so I tread lightly and speak softly
lest my mouth open
and my speech cut through the air
inhaling more oxygen
than I rightfully deserve
lest I walk too fast
and the wind swirls
creating a typhoon
of unholy destruction
I move gently
so the land may carry me
with little strain
and the people may welcome me
unburdened
until the day
I am no longer
a stranger
a foreigner
I remain quiet.
About the author
Gabriela Georges is a writer, facilitator, musician, speaker, grief guide, and grief awareness advocate. At the core of all her work is creativity, connection, and vulnerability. Driven by a deep curiosity for people and the environment that shapes them, she likes asking questions and making space for reflection, vulnerability, and connection between people. In 2020 she launched The Grief Cocoon, which provides grief support and awareness through creativity and community.