Our short series Journeying Inwards asks members of the community to share a particular journey of theirs which gave them a sense of community, hope or resilience. In part three, Wilson Oryema, shares a poem for the Trippin Community.
Journeying Inwards
Sometimes I forget where Iβm from
Sometimes I forget if i belong
Somewhere
With someone
Somehow falling deeper into solitude
with every day that passes
every morsel of food i chew
and every hourly bulletin from the news
Itβs easy to lose yourself in a cycle of bad news
as well as your connection to others
as our fears take centre stage in the panic
Practicing pragmatism over thoughts more dogmatic
What makes sense
Who can you talk to
While trapped in a glass box in the sky
With no hole in the floor to escape through
Or a dazzling assistant you can misdirect to
Over a million options
One only needs to pick two
I sat with the moments which gave birth to gratitude
The places iβve been
The people Iβve seen
Those who have taken me as family through all my flaws and just accept me
The second was to reach out to those Iβve mentioned
Maybe a phone call or texting
As together
We can weather all storms
And bear the pressure of any tension
Photography: Steph Wilson
