Life as a TCK has various seasons with storms that can toss and turn your life. Zoë D. shares in her poem about such a storm and how she can stay rooted in the here and now.

by Zoë D.

The white flowers shudder
and hold on for dear life,
desperately cringing away from their inevitable transience,
their imperative diminishing,

weighed down with the
rain that aches, but then grows.

The squashed gray clouds converge in my sky,
after side-stepping each other until
it all became too much,
because pain can’t be avoided forever.

The summer wastes away,
the green gasping for one final hurrah,
sucking up the atmosphere,
but soon the leaves will fall.

It’s like me, squeezing the
last few drops out of the
washcloth of my childhood,
my nomadic soul, so used
to a dandelion life.

But now I need to be a palm, or something,
gently planting my roots, my past,
swaying with the winds and storms,
but not being untethered.

I need to find my place
in the soil of my Lord.

I need to cherish the rest of THIS,
but let go when the time comes,
when autumn rolls in,
with bright palettes and sad goodbyes,

before giving way to the
needed death, to make way for
spring, for glorious rebirth,
for the new colors to light up our worlds.

Zoë D. is a new ATCK who has an enthusiasm for any type of creative writing, particularly poetry, because of the way it appreciates the everyday. She has lived in many countries across the globe, most recently Cambodia and Jordan, and is grateful for the lessons living overseas has taught her.

Self-published “My Tethered Heart,” a poetry memoir, last year.

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