I came from a place, Of terror and war The screaming and punching guns In a constant destroying race I came to seek freedom In places afar I lost my past My future and my present Now I am here, Lying still in my bed Wondering and thinking, To joy am I near? But here I have hope, Safety and support Yet something, I lost It used to be close, but now is remote I am not what I used to be, My presence goes unnoticed A bowl of food or a bottle of water Can never present my name to me Where I am, is not paradise, It is simply not hell I start to question, Happy am I twice? I came to a place Of safety and hope The sacrifice I made Was my name and my face.
Luca Shin, 2020
