I live in a world of afters

I don’t remember before

Only the consequences

I never asked for

A war torn landscape

Bomb shelled buildings

Never fixed

I’ve called this place home

Doing my best

To make it beautiful

Praying it doesn’t collapse

Lacking the know how to fix it

Not knowing it needed fixing

If all you’ve ever known is war

Then peace is an illusion

It’s just a word

It holds no real meaning

How can I know peace

In my war torn soul?