At 4 am, you’re sleeping,

But me?

I am fleeing what once was my home,

Leaving behind a part of me,

I look back at my dad,

Watching him wipe away his tears,

Questioning when I will see him again,

Whilst worrying about his safety.

Iraq, you were once my home,

You served me nothing but terrifying memories and fears,

Fears and anxieties stuck with me forever,

I can’t help but blame you,

Blame you for the struggles and challenges I face every day,

But deep down,

I know I am made from you,

And for that,

I am thankful,

You moulded me into the tree that will one day survive the storm.