As I fell, I wasn’t mad.
There were many reasons to be. The concrete, the bricks, the noise.
But all I remember is intense relief. The air brushed past my face.
And as I felt the air, I saw my children.
Running toward me as I walked out of the car.
I saw my wife wipe her hands on her nightgown. I saw her tired face, the greying hairs.
But I also saw the smile.
They clung to me.
In their embrace, I felt free.
I felt my heart. I could feel it grow.
I was brought back to the rushing air by the wetness of my face.
And then.
White.
Reunion
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
The silence is deafening
To the youth that must be drowning
The silence is deafening
To the woman that lays screaming
The silence is deafening
To the mother who stopped nursing
The silence is deafening
To the old who quit longing
The silence is deafening
To the countless millions searching
The silence is deafening
But unheard
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC