Here I am

Here I am to talk about: that rebellious sadness that hides away, cramming itself into a colourful drawer: a treasure – a conjuring trick, perhaps, to baffle the craftiest of poetry-drinkers.

I think I can interpret: what passes through the minds of those who come to Europe, in search of refuge, to carry on their lives in relative calm.
I think I know something about: their hardships crossing the seas, the mountains and the deserts.

I think I know something about: their inner thoughts that often turn to tears and rage.

I think I know something about: the prejudice and contempt displayed by certain people in the lands that shelter them.
But I know, above all, with my accumulated experience, one most important thing: for each step taken by a stranger in our enticing territory, thousands of eyes will watch in solidarity, to help and welcome you to your new land.