Milly, really missed your presence on here and I definitely got chills. I cannot begin to imagine the fear, trauma, and effects of war, nor ever be able to put it into words. What I think about too is that a child doesn't understand war. I mean, can any of us fully comprehend it? And to many, what even is war? A necessary evil, a part of life, defending one's homeland? Is it such an established, complex part of history that, realistically, those in power will always find a way to overpower and dehumanize others? Is it naive to wish for freedom, or foolish to believe in an idealistic world where tyrants and dictators and oppressors are silenced, instead of doing the silencing? I also think everyone's definition of freedom may be unique and personal to them. Will true freedom ever be achieved in the way people want and desire and deserve?

Hope you're doing well <3

Hello Miss Milly.

Good to see you writing again. So much heartache in your poem, and war is dark and gloomy and can only be written with dark ink.
So topical now, past and no doubt the future.
Great sad and meaningful piece
M :)

I totally agree with your thoughts and feelings and this poem expresses so many of them. How cruel it must be for an innocent child to face this trauma at such a young age in unimaginable. Great to have you back and writing again Milly x

Milly, such moving thoughts and emotions, so beautifully expressed.
Well done!