I think of the child on her slow, fatal journey
fueled by the thought of safety,
relentless, unsure.

I embark on a journey of my own,
inspired and restless,
gallantly dedicated to the lives lost
across the war-torn desert.

The heat slows me down,
The heart keeps me up.

A home awaits.
Comfort awaits.

But of course, I know what it's like
to venture on a penniless journey.
Of course I know what it's like.

The harshest rays of sun,
the thief of so many lives,
absorbed and now delivered -
infinite life into my back.
But of course I know,
I know what it's like.

A shiver runs down my spine;
I can't imagine why.