Our Army

Covering our heads, we run from school towards home.
Occassionaly shutting our eyes, we do not look at the bombs raining down beside us.
"They won't hurt us" we say to each other.
But we all know they can
And they do

This is a real life event. One we've all been through. One we go through everyday.
We'll go from the safety of one thing, forced out into danger, only to make our way towards what we call our sanctuary. Whether that be our homes, the homes of others or a place that is owned by none.

The safety that evicts us at first, is the beginning of our day.
It shoves us out into the world, and expects us to deal with it. To carry on as we were.
But we were dreaming before.
That's where the danger seeks us out.

The danger is our day.
We have to constantly shield ourselves from unwanted wounds. But to progress is always hard during the danger period. Sometimes you have to limp a few miles, and sometimes you have to ask for help.
Support, as they call it.

And finally our sanctuary. Our thoughts. Our dreams.
Our sanctuary is only that, because we built it ourselves.
We know it's safe, because we built it strong. With only the tools we own.
Everyone's sanctuary is different because we all own different tools.
Everyone's sanctuary has a different password, because we want it to remain secret.

The bombs get us sometimes. Sometimes you can't avoid them, tell each other that they won't hurt you.
When they do get one of us, we need to drag them safety. Help them, get them to their own sanctuary, so they can start their day again.

We can't stop the bombs from falling,
We can't pretend they're not there,
But we can build an army and take control

Kimberley Doreen x