This imposter.

Judgemental scorn is spat, marking me out. A part of the group, but still striving to belong. Years of knowing better informs them, and me. Yet raw wounds are good for jabbing to win a point.

Then silently a new antagonist enters. An undiscriminating killer. Past injurious beratings we push aside as the invader barges in. This stranger plunders our lives. At once petty grievances are given up - purely to survive.

Instinctual bonding drives the fight for higher good, extending hearts and hands to save all souls. This imposter teaches that not ill, but love, is most infectious.

Belonging to different communities

I have realised that I can belong to lots of different communities and this is crucial to remaining positive and purposeful. I feel part of the community here through my local aid group, but am now also part of a strong online community of Portuguese speakers through the language learning I have been doing. I feel quite detached from the city where I currently live — to be honest I feel more part of a community based in a city across the Atlantic!

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