This is so sad. The repetitive statement of how long it could really make me feel sad for her.” Safe, dry and warm” I hate thinking about children in place where they do not have this. But cannot run and hide for the reality of it. Good story

Thank you so much, Fia, I wanted to express the tragedy of the thousands of children caught up in war – in this case trapped in Ukraine, her parents dead, relying on her imagined fantasies for freedom and escape, then Gaza, and Sudan, now Iran – why are we so inhuman towards those most vulnerable? HJx

The way you structured the poem it looks calm then increases with intensity just to calm down again. There is so many twists and turns in one life that it is impossible to get the nuance of it. Between the government and the churches and the societal acceptance of things that should not be accepted. Very interesting write

This one hits like a freight train of memory, madness, and raw observation—gritty, sprawling, alive with every sense screaming at once.
I love how it doesn’t just tell a story; it drags you through the chaos of life, pain, and revelation, leaving you dazzled and unsettled in the best possible way.