Ripple me this

 On the eve of August 4

My socials are flooded with images of an explosion we have yet to understand; a destruction so violent, the ripples are still in full effect....

More destruction in the south; people who lost everything and can't go back...

And next to me, in my care, a hundred child from Artsakh who have lost almost everything, even if they are not fully aware... 

A destruction so violent, the ripples are still felt...

I tried to get them to express, anything, anything that they might feel, created a safe space, yet...

We laugh, we run, we play, we pray, we draw, we paint, we act, we try to dance... Maybe it is enough...

Others want us to cry, we will, on our own terms...

Others want us to die... Not when we have each other?

Where it hurts

You keep it inside

And your quiet soars

A silent cry

Oblivious to the unfamiliar

You fear what you hide

But your sorrow pours

All over my

Need to make it better, that's my pillar

You think it is pride

A victim of wars

Why don't we try

To collect our grief and reconfigure

Step by step

You, me, we do it together

Let me help

Bring out what lies in the nether

Step by step

We can transform it together

No misstep

Heavy plight, light as a feather