What Remains in the Ashes of the Past?

I was afraid the other night
It came to my mind, with no reason, tons of things
Some of them were things that already had happened,
Others, things that were happening
And others even worse, were things that probably could happen…

And then, the outside commentaries about those events
– “There is nothing to worry about” people say
– “From now on you will always be safe” they say
– “You are surrounded by good people” they claim

I don’t want to judge; I won’t be the judge!
But a war hit me… So, how can I trust them?

They have told me that the war is like a strong bomb
That we don’t want to talk about
Or being nearby
They told me that it hits, destroys and left behind just dust and ashes

That’s why I can just imagine the war as the worst scenario;
After that, my family appears in the picture
My friends,
My neighborhood,
My country,
My world!
Everything was there when bad things knocked at the door
And enter, without permission

Some of them are still here others are not,
But at the end of the worse, the ones that were left, reborn
They grabbed the dust, the ashes and the remaining rubbles
And they built again.

They built something big enough to not be broken easily
Something that is bonded, with the stickiest glue
And every bond makes it stronger
Something powerful.

Sometimes they lose faith again, when the things seem wrong
And they even say that the new generations are lost
That the events in the past will remain in the future, but

YES! I was hit by the war
And I can tell that it was bad,
But I’m still alive and I have reasons to live
I have lost things that still hurt me when I think too much about them
But I found light inside the thunders

I wanted to be the change,
Since the moment I heard about the war, indeed
I AM! … I am the big, strong and powerful thing that others built from the ashes
And I will make the change
Inside me is the anger and the loss
But also, in me is the strength to feel happy and love
The last has more value

I was afraid that night …
And my mind…my mind was as always tricking me,
making me think about everything and nothing
Then, my mom knocked my door and said “Good night, peace”
And the fear became dream and the dream became love