Passport
on Sheila Ash (India), 21/Nov/2016 08:26, 34 days ago
Long days and even longer nightsRushed by out of sightVast swathes of lands I’d findas names on the school mapNow pass as grains of sand upon the windThat howled through holesSaturating lost and sorry soulsCrushed in the back of a lorryStuffed like notes in walletsNothing could forestall itsPassage in through every creviceOf this human haulage serviceBy which I made my way.Cramped up in trucksHerded around like geese and ducksCrammed in with donkeys and hay balesSlammed in their jailsDown and down we sunkTossed around like unwanted junkDampened in the holds of boatsStruggled to stay upright, afloatBut I made my way.Money spent, papers lostI daren’t count the actual costClothes torn upon my backI beached up like an unwanted sackDesirous only of sleepThese islands of GreeceOffered no such peace.So on as beforeKnocking at every border doorVia Macedonia and SerbiaThrough Croatia and AustriaClosed out of HungaryPlodding through the drudgerySlogging through the snowsThe blizzards took my toesBoots cracked with overwearWalking on roads to no one knows where.I continued to make my way.On today my fourteenth birthday,This loose tarpaulined canopy’s my house,The sky is grey but bomblessIn this jungle metropolis.I try to stay dry but constantly cry in dismay.I stare out across the seaTo where I want to beWith the only living soul I knowIn a dream called GlasgowI go to school, attend class,make friends and play.I just need the chanceSome additional financeTo ensure a way to pass through this Port of Calais.© Sheila Ash, 2016Posted 21stNovember 2016ashramblings