The Life of Syrian Refugees, A Poem

How can we ever imagine
How they have traveled
And yet, how far?
For their story
Seems out of reach
And we are out of touch
What have they seen?
Ask yourself –
What have they seen?
What have they endured?
They crawl gratefully
Through barbed wire
On hand and knee
Wiped across their face
Still leaves its trace
And they are haunted
By broken dreams
They are haunted
By the peace
They once had
So far away
It seems
And they stand again
On the other side
Of that fence
And raise their hands
To the sky
Not in joy
Not in celebration
But in fear
As guns are raised
On the other side.

© Sumyanna 2016


Image courtesy of Morguefile (menstatic)


2 Comments Add yours

  1. so sad …some days i only thank you for not putting me in their place for i can never be that brave,i’ll succumb … moving poem Sum …great work,very thoughtful of you …love hugs


    1. sumyanna says:

      I know exactly what you mean. This weekend, I met a young Syrian refugee. I talked with her and made the mistake to ask if she still had family left behind. She has been here six months, but the pain is still real. She worries for her loved ones and feels guilty for leaving them behind. So very sad.


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