My soul cries out
What is left?
Those who love and care for us
would prefer I don't speak it.
Well... you, and B and C.T., of course.
You're still here.
You must go on and live for each other.
Yes, I say - I know and we will.
But we cower in fear,
huddled together for protection.
Who will be next?
What if C.T. doesn't make it through his teen years?
Only 60% of our family still stands.
This makes me so sad and mad. Life is not fair, it is not good to all.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you are in a position to make such a harsh assessment. I wish i had strength to spare, all i have is anger.
Oh, yes.
ReplyDeleteHorrifying blows, no longer seen from a distance. Nightmare becomes reality. Trauma comes and stays.
Never, ever - never now can someone say
Peace and safety
All will be well
Don't worry
It won't happen to you
The weight of those lies
once believed
never will
lull me
(again) to
sleep.
As to where faith fits in these questions
I'm sure I have
no neat and
tidy answers to
that.
Remembering Zachary. Remembering B.W. And all of you.
You can say it here,
CiM