Third Time’s a Charm

Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
A dinner to celebrate
interrupted by gunmen
spent on the floor
huddled under a table.
Caught in a drug war
no more
I flee for better places.
Months without work,
without home
leave me defeated.

Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
New jobs and
expectations of progress
and peace and success
shattered by
the discovery of a lump
so little
you wonder how it can have
such an impact.

Tick tock
Happy birthday to me.
I hesitate to celebrate.
Third time’s a charm.
I can’t dare to trust
that this time
finally
maybe
it will be
a happy birthday
for me.

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