“When you grow up in a burning house

            You tend to think the whole world is on fire” -Richard Kandrey

Everytime I step outside 

My lungs are stunned by how painless it is

to breathe.

When you grow up in a burning house

The air starts to feel like

Home

I don’t really feel the burning anymore

Because it’s all I've ever known

I grew up thinking the world was on fire

That everyone lived in flames

Then I look out my window

And saw

The rest of the world

Hadn't ended

But mine

Was close to nothing at all

Part of me is glad that there’s nothing left

For him to set fire to

Now I can grow 

through the rubble of my fallen house

When I am finally tall enough

To see past this debris

I hope the sunshine fills me up

And in the end I feel free