The Refugee
I suffered.
From violence
And discrimination.
Fear in children’s eyes
Tearing my heart.
I anguished
Brain tortured,
Heart bleeding
guts screaming.
Not daring.
I thirsted.
For trust given, received.
I hungered.
For freedom
to come, to go.
to be.
I journeyed
Hope kindled
For hunger appeased,
thirst quenched
identity re-captured.
I waited.
Weeks, months, years,
hope dimmed,
dreams fading,
children’s non-future.
Charity’s waif
I dreamt.
Of joy, happiness,
peaceful companionship
children everywhere
vibrant with life.
I wait.
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