You kneeled before the overwhelming

history that held your breath and fought

for your present; to give up meant to keep

going. Unstoppable. Like a mad horse afraid

of loud explosions you ran through lands

without glancing at surroundings. No declared

enemies; numerous declared hopes. Wrapped

in the wind like in a trench coat; rain still hit

your face like sharp needles. You felt alive lost

in the thickness of broken branches, tall grass,

and questions. All you could think of was

who will place bandages on your knees. Who

will be present to offer gentleness you need;

bread on your table was left untouched.

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