I want to paint – The journey with the countryside flying by in the cramped carriage,me biting my lip while I clamber out of the train into the cold damp station.

I want to paint – The noise of children chatting as they wait to get picked,

Kids disappearing into their new homes, the sky getting darker and darker as I stand alone.

I want to paint the tears dripping down my cheeks.

I want to paint my luggage being lifted off the ground.

I want to paint a man taking me to my new family.

I want to paint my new family looking at me in disgust but still taking me in.