You don’t know me, but I’m your survivor.
I was born in captivity, raised in poverty, and educated in tyranny.
Running from rule, I learned the value of speed.
Fleeing corruption, I learned the gravity of greed.
Lived a life of correction till you brought perfection.
Sprinted in quickness, ran from forgiveness.
But in the ash of inspection burned embers of resurrection…
So I honed my approach, owned my mistakes,
calculated all risk, ran for the gate.
But when I got there, a strange exchange…
From the fist of oppression, flowers.
From the greyscale of control, a bursting rainbow.
You have freed me, breathed new life into brittle bones.
Lifted my chin, when so far from home.
You don’t know me, but you’ve let me know hope.
©2014 Mike Hasler