I leave behind the rubble of my home,
the broken dust was once four sturdy walls.
Ahead may lie my freedom or my death,
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I wrote this from the point of view of a father because I am a father. I tried to imagine going through an ordeal like being a refugee, the father trying to be strong and calm. The language of the poem is intentionally understated.
Well done. This is in stark contrast to some of your other poems on the subject. I like that you presented a different perspective and empathized with the refugee experience in an inderstated way, which is probably what a father must do the help his family. Hopefully, such an approach reminds the reader that these are regular people just like the rest of us, but in a really dark place and in need of a hand. Thanks.
That was exactly what I was trying to convey. Thank you for reviewing.