My feet
They don't know the ground they've walked on for 30 years anymore
My beliefs have come up against hard, contrary fact
Something has changed that I had never wanted altered
A sacred memory is being singed at the corners by an angry, hungry flame
Respite and escape seem impossible
and my only refrain,
hold compassion for those who have it worse, who are suffering greater losses does not soften me, it melts me.
For I am screaming in agony for their losses as well. I am seeking safety and refuge for them in a place I no longer recognize. I have nothing to offer them.
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