My heart is painful today, and I feel it is shared by so many others. But there’s also an apathy out there, convincing us that others’ blood is not ours. This is a mistake.
By Michelle Garren-Flye
Safe on my boat of Belief, I will drift,
alone still, listening for your far song;
crimson sea all around—what caused this rift?
What action could create a flood so wrong?
Blood laps at the side of my little boat—
I work hard to avoid each splash and drip.
Something made this sea on which I now float;
An event so awful it caused hardship.
Is it right I ignore what I evade—
what doesn’t hit me will not hurt me—right?
My thoughts and prayers will come to the aid
of those visited by horrors each night.
In the end we are family in Pain
adrift on an ocean of bloody rain.