Author’s Note: I am a passionate refugee writer. I take writing as a therapy because when I write about how I feel, I feel so relieved.
The wheel keeps turning
I don’t recall the person I once was
I think i have a different name now, a “refugee”
And a new home town, a “camp”
But my soul is still the same
I always hope to find myself in a new life
Because this one, started with shreds of memories
Then dreams which faded as fast as a shooting star in colorless clouds
Hope replaced with paroxysm of fears just like turning the page in a book
The new chapter is still the same story
I ask myself, if death is meant for me?
Why do I have to pick up the sword and fight again?
While others discover a new beginning
Am still drowning in the same book of numbness and remorse
6 July, 2023