Hold me tenderly through
the panic that is building up
In me; darkness could easily turn
into my one and only flee plan.
I still haven't found what
I'm looking for; each hour of
The day makes me question
If my ideas are worthy at all.
Hold me tenderly through
the cries that are getting louder
Here; those quiet moments seem to
trigger me more than your words.
Then I lost my course inside
a perfect dream; not expecting
To see as well as feel the reality
of a poor soul's life taken away.
. . .
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A/N: During these wars that are happening it's quite hard to focus on my day, my daily plan or routine, knowing that someone is hurting right now in a way that I, a privileged Nordic person, can't even imagine. This poem is a reflection of those feelings and I tried to leave it short, but also give an important point - while we plan our dinners, hikes or family gatherings, they can't and won't because some of them are no more. That hurts. It's crazy how far we have come and still haven't; it seems that we still haven't learned from the past and greed is feeding our souls. And while I pray and hope that the wars stop, it's an unrealistic dream. It's probably not happening either. That hurts, too. The idea of it - the truth of it - hurts me to no extent.
But sharing it through writing is one of the ways to raise my voice, so I hope you found some hope in these words, if not, then... carry on for them. For their families and the pain they feel right now. Solidarity is also helpful here. (:
With love,
M.
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