When I was little I thought
of small things and big dreams
I tried hard not to cry a lot
my pride forbid it so it seems

In dirt and soil I played
every bit of chance I could
I was not even all that afraid
danger was a game I understood

My dreams then were haunted
by shadows of death and strife
My soul stood tall, undaunted
hope instilled in my own life

Every death I was a witness to
in my mind’s eye, I saw a lesson
As dawn takes on a red orange hue
all sorrow and darkness lessen

For every heartache I encountered
in strength inside, I grew and grew
Terror felt from conflict fostered
a blurred memory of a time I knew

Now a grown woman, wife and mother
still a sister, daughter and friend
My life has been like any other
a crucible, I was made to contend

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