A Warbird

I was born in a war

A war behind closed doors.

And my terror confined in my muffled screams. for when violence touched

Me, I screamed quietly

I sought refuge in hushed prayers, in fortunate friendship, and occasional merriment.

But, my peace is a curfew; a temporary recess from the war waiting at home.

Home?

What is home? My home is war.

I have survived and accepted

My uncanny home.

Now if I had to leave, I would not know where to go.

God, help me.

Help me unlove war and

Help me seek a new home.

I am exhausted from being a refuge to people like me, a recluse to people unlike me.

I am exhausted of feeling exhausted.

I am exhausted from feeling nothing else.

Hey! was born in war.

Give me freedom, I beg you.

I beg you, tell me what to do

With it, in case I find it.

I don’t know how to live

Without a survival mode.

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But I live.

I live again.

I live despite. I live in spite.

I’d be a phoenix.

if I weren’t human, I would have known fires like I know these two hands of mine.

I warn you, if I weren’t human, I’d be a phoenix. Fire may be my kryptonite, but my blood is of ashes.

I live again.

I live despite. I live through war.

And I call it a night.