Mar 27, 2018
A war
It’s 2:26 am and I am lying in the wreckage. The wreckage of all the people I broke, breaking. The wreckage of the catastrophe that went down last night by the bomb. The wreckage that is me right now, silently sobbing my guilt and regret in.
A non-asked for hug would have diffused me, it would have spared the casualties of a judgmental word have triggered.
Curses were fired, anger was shot, blame and more blame was dropped like a heat-seeking missile. And just like a child witnessing war unfold, I too was afraid. I was afraid to lose my home.