The Stranger

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


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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6 thoughts on “The Stranger

  1. And so why do we find it so hard to love ourselves? What’s the deal on that?

    1. We are strange beings – especially the female of the species. Pour ourselves out until we have have nothing left for ourselves. What we’re left with is a sense of inferiority. The deal is that we’re doing life wrong. Take care of self so self can take (better) care of others. You need to blog.

      1. Hahaha you have me laughing at your last line. Ok, I’ll seriously consider it. My deal is I’m scared to put myself out there. My writing leaves me naked, don’t know if I’m brave enough for that.

        1. Somehow it’s soothing. I’m one of the most complex humanoids around. Writing helps my warring emotions…Reading what others have to say helps put things into perspective. Like team-building kinda. You have a voice. A beautiful one at that. You should blog.

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