So many sleepless nights
Turn into the opportunity to write
A few carefully built lines
That help clear my mind.
They may not be right,
Perhaps bitter and full of spite.
But each one is mine,
They don’t need to inspire.

They’re my stories,
My fears, my hopes,
Thoughts just trying to escape.
Tales of loss, of glory,
Of people trying to cope
With lives surrounded by hate.
So much goes into these words,
Like I’m imprinting these pages
With my thoughts, my emotions.
No matter how they twist or turn
This is a war I will wage
Until there’s no doubt I’ll win.

Each page is a part of me
That I will always carry.