The Little War?
How can there be
a little war?
Are some deaths
smaller than others,
leaving mothers
who weep
a little less?
Stichwörter: war loss death civil-war war-of-independence
The old life is gone, my days are new,
but time is still a mystery
of wishes, and this sad, confusing fragrance. "
—Rosa
I feel like...
the boy lost somewhere
between the torment of memory
and a few fragile shards
of hope.
That is how I think of peace
and peace of mind—as timid birds
that we have to search for,
not bold ones that come
looking for us.
Like King Midas, I am left with nothing
but this unreasonable hope
that, somehow, my strange life
and my lost family
will return
to normal.
Joy and truth both have a way
of peeking through any dark curtain.
How can people stay sane in a world that makes no sense?
Margarita EngleI feel the heaviness of nightmares
even though I am awake.
How weary I am, how sleepless
and hopeless—there is no escape
from the torment
of wishes.
I will never understand
the whole world
or even
one country.
All I can do
is try to understand
the truth and lies
in the simplest choices
I face
every day.
If only the peace I feel right now
could be stored up and released later
when cruelty surrounds me
in the dark
during nightmares.
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