The Map

My childhood home was a psychological war zone

One step and a landmine went off

Carefully tracking the path of those before me, to ensure avoidance of explosion for all

I spent most years making a map, at the cost of my childhood

In the shadows i thrived; i knew safety whilst hidden

Venturing out required alertness, attentiveness, and care

For anything outside the safety of my blanket was treacherously wild territory

Ruled by the mentalities of lack and fear, detonations per year stayed at an incline

Until all across the land were left in pieces, wondering how to put themselves back together

All the while I still have this map, updated to reflect new discoveries

Pondering if it will get to those in need, or if we're destined to fall into the quicksand of trauma