Poem, Kranii means heart in Xhentarrh.
You all protected me,
in endless battles wished for my wellbeing,
fought wars that none would withstand,
all for me to be able to exist in this hurting world— infested with pain...
I do not harbour hatred for what you have done,
your protection never hurt me that much...
What hurt me was seeing you all—
take so many hits for a singular soul...
I still feel I owe you, for all that you've done,
and I will do everything I can to heal all your wounds,
in these shared eyes, I want you all to see;
me being me, able to be free.
Most humans around us, they can't understand,
what we are, what we share, these wars with no name...
They scream in their loudness, they fight against silence,
they think children need to be "fit for society"...
But you never thought that, none of you did,
you always protected me just as was need,
you always gave comfort to this small little kid,
you always covered the heart that beat with so much hope— even if hurting so deep...
You deserve, you all deserve to see,
your child growing, becoming who she always was meant to be,
Xh'rakzarrh, you even decided to name me:
Heart, in your language, and I thank you for this.
As Kranii, the heart, I promise:
You all will see me happy!
No matter how long it takes,
your efforts will matter!
Don't fall to hopelessness —
for I am still here!
This heart is still beating —
Never forget that it is!







