Heart break

Sometimes my heart breaks

As survivors of war

Talk of the madness it visited

Upon surviving generations

The ripples of loss and trauma we carry cellularly

And in the fractured connections

Most especially

As descendants

How can conquest and killing

Ever bring anything good?

How does the driven insanity of the man

Rejected in his soul

The replayed upon millions

Bring healing?

Only by leaders recognizing the madness

In calling it out

And in shedding the tears that need to be cried

For my mother

Sties in her eyes

Took the place of tears she could not shed

That Christmas

She thought in trying to turn her back on grief

She could save something

But sadly the cancer in our family grew

In those who lost the way to weeping

Not realizing the wounds we bore

Now instead

I seek nature and healing

I seek the green fields and the flowing water

That speaks of love

There has been far too much hatred and killing

Most especially of our tender souls

Too much resentment

Which came only from calcified tears

There was a truth to be acknowledged

But for so long it seemed

No one wanted to face it

So now I must bear this aloneness

And pray the bearing of it all

In solitude

Does not kill me

This where only poetry, music

And time spent alone

With my deep soul

Can help me