We devour the news in horror.
We reach out to each other.
We offer help, comfort and hope.
Being part of We is safe.
We can skim the surface together,
feeling bad, but not really feeling.
To feel means to ask myself:
What if this had happened to me?
What if my home were destroyed?
What if my babies were lost?
What if this danger were mine?
Thoughts I can't bear to consider—
typing them now, I can't breathe.
So I rejoin the safe haven
That We provides—strength in numbers.
(Yes, it's a cowardly cop out,
but I can't move forward otherwise.)
We offer help, comfort and hope.
We hug our babies extra tight,
allowing the questions to remain unanswered.
Many thanks to Melissa at Making Things Up for this special installment of Six Word Fridays. This week's topic is HOPE. For every comment on her post this week, she and her family will make a donation to the relief organization Save the Children. Please write a post, share your own six words, and, if you can, make a donation. Together we can send a message of HOPE.
6 comments:
"We offer help, comfort and hope.
We hug our babies extra tight,
allowing the questions to remain unanswered."
Perhaps even hoping that the questions remain unanswered?
I don't want to think about it either.
Takes my breath away, too, imagining.
We is safer; We're not brave.
We're doing just the littlest things.
the what-ifs will kill you if you let them.
Thank you all so much for commenting! Following Melissa's lead, I'll be making a donation to Save the Children in honor of your comments! Great idea, Melissa!
Yes, hugging our babies extra tight. I know I have.
amazing piece on hope.
keep it up.
come share 1 to 3 poems with us, Happy Monday.
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