The motherland

too many dark days

and not enough sunlight

it really is grim up North

My darling years

filled with cherry wine

and not enough sleep

I’m saddened to inform you that

my time here has come to an end

for now, is my independence day

and I am longing for a place

to call my own

but where exactly is my home?

where I belong

or where I was born?


Words : Rachelle Cox

Photos : Jakob Grant