All grown up, scared out of my wits.
Nothing seems normal, nothing fits.
No mother to nurture or feed me now.
Thrown into a world that the fates allow.
Can't turn back, must move ahead.
I find myself sobbing in my bed.
I awaken to find myself alone.
I call my mother on the phone.
The phone is busy. I end the call.
I feel as if I've hit a wall.
Such is the feeling of leaving home.
Such is the feeling within this poem.
I've come a long way and now look back.
I remember with fondness my faithful act
of never surrendering my childish ways.
They helped me make it through these days.
I don't fear anything I must face.
I welcome it all with a warm embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem