counting down the days
after the invasion we stopped lighting candles
instead looked to the stars for answers
the children were best at hide-and-go seek
despite the risk of never being seen again
days of routine left us long after the last train
and now what remains is this suffocating reality
where dreams and nightmares are but one in the same
there are no more rivers to cross or towns to destroy
no more ghosts to disperse or spirits to dispel
no more lessons to be learned
no more ransoms to be paid
no more saviors to be born
no more lives to be saved
march two thousand eighteen
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Powerful, and hopefully, not prophetic.
thank you for visiting again Carol and commenting on this piece
Wow…
and this part especially
“the children were best at hide-and-go seek
despite the risk of never being seen again”
nice to see you visiting again Melanie – thanks so much for commenting on this piece
wow.
thank you Margaret
Great write!
Thank you so much, Jo.