Proud

I made them proud
Homeless thoughts
Shattered and confused
I defined their existence,

Living beyond the walls
Of man-made boundaries
I broke those chains
Which enslaved our dreams,

How far were we thrown?
Storm’s unending destruction
Flooding an identity incomplete
Stone awaiting sculptural sheen,

I gave them life
An eye’s prophesized sight,
A broken branch from orphan tree
I found my soil and planted ‘me’.

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