It is 3.17am.
Sleep doesn't come.
I can hear the sound of trauma. It is
distant
yet right here
It is a nightmare
yet I'm awake
It is silence
yet that silence is deafening
It is subversion
played out by
white collars and
mighty trucks
Crushing little people
We are lucky
It's not Tiannamen Square
We are blessed
It's not North Korea
We have much to be thankful for
It's not Nazi Germany
But they don't help
these thoughts
they just morph into
a void of pain
The pain of looking
at your suffering
through the eyes of
others' indifference
But we do not stand
alone
There are those who weep
beside us for whom
we are neighbours
real people
community
Their tears mingle
with our own
and together we find a
gentle if inadequate balm for
our souls
The houses may be going
down the street
Their occupants
our own neighbours
now gone
but hope and love never die
They prove their worth
on this battlefield...
Nicki
7 September 2017
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