My Language Fails Me

I've suspected this before
Coming home always nurtures the soul
But it doesnt understand

I grapple for words, for concepts,
Plead to old closeness
Its useless
That shell lies empty
Left so long ago
Like skin shead
Its still there
You can still find it
But it isnt me

And though
I suspect
The Me at the beginning
Of this writing
Isnt the Me at the end either
This is more profound

A barrier between cultures
Or is it language
That lets me down?
Concepts should translate
If you try hard enough
But I seem to lack
This skill-
This something.

So I remain on this side of the wall
And the whole country
Smile, worry, love, hug, admire, pity and envy me

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