Children of war


Two little kids sit on the debris, 

the girl looking at her brother’s bare back.

The hungry boy fumbles in the pile of remains. 

The sister digs her finger into the wound on his back. 

And the boy’s hand emerges out from the debris with a pencil that he thinks of handing to her to help her clean the wound. 


 You are going to wander

till you have found a way of loving yourself through it all

The journey is going to mislead you, disappoint you and what else? It’s also going to make you want it to end. 

But you must find a way to love yourself before it ends.