Dreamers’ Prayer

Hey lord is me again,

One of your toughest soldiers,

Fighting the same battle as yesterday, and the day before, and the week before, and the month before, and the year before.

Been at war for so long that I am now a lieutenant.

Got here at 10, and at 13 started fighting.

Had to grow fast, cause life was coming fast at me.

Ain’t know what was going on, all I knew is that we were fighting.

And now I’m aware, and the battle still ain’t subsiding.

And yes,

We’re still climbing.

Up a 90° mountain, up a burning rope.

Up a tree that they cut down cause they don’t wanna see us grow.

Oh my lord.

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say, I don’t know where to look, I don’t know what to think.

I believe in you, but I’m confused by all this.

Tell me what’s your plan? Tell me you have one. Tell me this isn’t it. Tell me that this war will be won.

I know comparison is the thief of joy. But to ignore what’s blandly in my face would also be wrong. What can I do? What can I say? Do I close my eyes? Do I stop dreaming?

Everywhere around me I’m seeing people do the things that I wish I could do, that I got told that I would be able to do.

“Keep your head down, buried in the books”, “do good and good will come to you”

But when’s that day coming? When will it be my turn? When will I get that good paying job? Travel abroad? Or get the legality that we have fought so hard for?

When will I stop being stuck?

When will I be free? Free to roam, free to live without fear? Free to travel, and return to my country? To visit my grandparents graves, to hug childhood friends.

I love you lord, and I’m sorry if I’m being rude or sound ungrateful. I’m just scared, tired, and unnerved because of my situation.

I say this prayer in hopes that soon I can become a vet, I trust you lord even though I ask too many questions….

Amen.

~KC