Whispers of Silence

Fall, Grieve, Rise

How have you been?
Blood trickled down my eyes for
   what I have seen.
Hold on to my hand, brave warrior.
Let me drown with you in the
   depths of this ocean where we
   can't seem to reach ashore.

It must have been hard, witnessing
   those bodies who used to bring
   you warmth—
Float around—lifeless and cold,
   no traces of blithe.
We're not sharing the same pain but
   I am bleeding with you.
Your wound may be
   incomprehensible for anyone but
   you, yet I am rooting for us two.

You may not know of my existence
   but I am in the same cosmos.
Individuals with different paths but
   similarly lost,
Have different wounds but with
   trickling blood akin—
You and me, could we ever get out
   of this same ocean we're stuck
   in?

When will this be over? Will it ever
   stop?
Nevertheless, we'll rise up.
We're on our knees, but we still
   have our feet.
We'll be back on our toes again—
   tomorrow, the next day, or
   perhaps next month? With hearts
   dancing to the same beat,

Even with the date unbeknownst
   to us, we'll eventually rise up
   from this abyss.
It is possible—we will make it
   possible, all this wounds will
   eventually cease.
Until we'd have strength to rise up,
   let's hang onto this thin thread.
Your strength fuels mine and may
   mine boost yours as well,
   comrade.

We fall as one, we grieve as one,
Yet we will rise up and we will
   embrace better days, too, as ONE.