Flown to me upon beautifully floated objects that found themselves to my home
“Dear Child” you said
As your words fell upon my family
And the sentences collapsed my heart into rubble
Enough rubble for me to roam
You dropped phosphorous like poetry
Swapping metaphors of freedom with never ending walls
Tying death ribbons like full stops around my sunshine till it was no more.
For warmth you wrote that I should burn like black coal
Burn because my flesh was never meant for a soul
Burn until the pastel blue sky darkens
Until darkness surrounds me whole
For light you promised fireworks to end my day on a high
Promising me my last memory would be lights in the sky
But before dawn blinked I was nothing but ash upon ashes
No lights anymore
No more. .
You may have been close, but you still flew your words to me
Taking time to empty your ammo in forms of painful poetry
I'm writing back because that’s what pen pals do
But instead I’ve chosen to walk my letters
Straight into your consciousness
The same way yours tore my life in two
Your sentences touched me deeply
In all meanings of the word
But I couldn't help but think
Of how much you loved your country
For you to do what you done
How much you loved your country
But how much it belonged to me more.
More. Much more.