The Departure Beyond the Border

I left my homeland in the quiet dawn,
With dust upon my boots and little more.
The fields I knew stretched golden to the hills,
Yet every road I walked had closed its door.

The voices there had once been warm and kind,
Or so I thought when I was young and small.
But seasons changed, and with them changed the winds,
The welcome faded from the village wall.

They told me I was stranger to my own,
A shadow wearing someone else's name.
Each day became a battle to belong,
Each night a burden fashioned out of shame.

So I set forth beyond the border stones,
Through forests dark and deserts wide and bare.
I crossed the mountains carved by grief and doubt,
Unsure if there was place elsewhere.

The journey stretched through countless lonely miles.
I met cold rain and roads that led astray.
There were moments when I almost turned around,
Believing I was lost beyond all way.

Yet farther on, where maps had long run thin,
I found a land no compass could have shown.
A place where no one questioned why I came,
And where I did not stand or sit alone.

The people there did not demand disguise,
Nor ask me to become what I was not.
They offered bread and laughter by their fires,
And saved a place for me without a thought.

There, friendship grew like gardens after spring.
The walls I'd carried slowly fell apart.
And for the first time since I'd left my home,
The road ahead felt lighter in my heart.

Now when I think of lands I've left behind,
I do not curse the paths that brought me here.
For though I lost a country on the way,
I found a home among the ones held dear.

And if another traveler comes alone,
With weary eyes and nowhere left to roam,

With clarity you will see,
I'll tell them what was once told unto me:

"Nie elkeen word in haar tuiste gebore nie;
sommige moet haar eers vind"

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Some words to all players here, both from Sweden and beyond. Even if this is just a game, real people sit behind their screens. Kindness, however trivial will always leave the world in a better place than malice.

Perhaps I am being dramatic, and maybe I like it so. But no matter who you are, I gotta let you know:

Trans rights or eat shit and perish

Peace out, I´m gonna chill on my custom made ms-paint beach in South Africa