“No heroes I need on my stage Just hands which embrace the nights’ cold. It may be the storm, but it’s told The smiles bring the sunshine and hold The power of kindness upstage, The caring remoulds scars to gold.” HandsKindnessGoldEmbraceSunshineHeroesScarsNights Book:Love is Young: Poems Source: Love is Young: Poems
“It was never easy being a refugee, regardless of what people might never be able to see. Displaced from your truth, running away from the shell, counting the fears over the scars and the hell. It was never easy having a bullet at your head, scattering thoughts, dreams, ideas, on the pot of shame, left behind your day by prejudices and faked games. It was never easy being a refugee… But a torture of the body and the mind, shaping storylines to fit in, concealing the self in the maze of a pipe dream. Just to find the peace, the one that many of us takes for granted.” PeaceHellRunning AwayRefugeeFearsScarsBulletDisplaced Author:Simona Prilogan