For years I wondered about that which I saw
For a time I did not recognise her
She was a stranger

 

So young and deeply hurt
Life had thrown her about a good deal
For her there would be no circle of friends

 

Day after day she’d rise up
So aware that she was less-than
She had a deep struggle

 

She floated through existence
Neither here nor there – her backpack heavy
Always a bit of a loner

 

Now, every day she looks in the mirror
Staring at her reflection with a broad smile
Thankful

 

That which she had found – great
A lone stranger no longer
The recognition so clear
With great joy and pride

 

Thank you for reading “The Stranger”which is, in fact, the translation of our tandem blog post “Die Vreemdeling” from Afrikaans to English.  Please, feel free to post your comments.  Have an awesome day 🙂

 

 

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