Hiraeth
Hiraeth is the missing limbs of language, tradition, stolen lifetimes. It's hearing family speak and not understanding because your parents decided English is enough. It's seeing the dances, hearing song, reading words and knowing you don't belong.
it's bearing witness to that heritage at a distance, wishing it were possible to fill that gaping maw in one's chest with the collective joy, rage and sorrow of your fellow cymry.
You can not long for a home you've never known You can only grieve for what should have been


















