If my words cannot hold water
let them at least not act as tinder
for those eager to stoke the flames.
If I am struck silent
at the scope of the horror,
let my eyes at least be
brave enough to not look away.
If I can remember
only one thing, let it be
that every needless death diminishes us all.
The ability to kindle compassion
is the only superpower
that can heal this broken world.
Photo by Nowshad Arefin on Unsplash
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem is linked to the Friday Writings Prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.
