How does one feel grief for the loss of one's children, the turning away with no choice.
How does one watch the world of man be poisoned and destroyed by others with no conscience. A sweet and trusting populace.
Can you feel this for me? Can I feel it for you? I don't begin to know how. And when I say that, I am speaking to the truth of it and most importantly, making space for not knowing in a sea of despair and heartache and way too many words.
I miss my kids as if someone is steadily ripping my heart to shreds. There is no answer for that.
I am watching a relentless war on humanity that many still cannot see. There is no answer for that.
There is only me noticing the sweet warm breeze coming through my window.
There is only me thankful for the silence here.
There is only me being gentle with myself when I feel absolutely nothing because what there is to feel is way too much for anyone to hold.
There are only tiny little steps, one foot after the other.
Maybe a chore here that I can slowly make my way through, slowly and steadily.