The darkest hours
will unravel the light.
Waiting,
questioning
the conundrum.
Disentanglement
will be late coming.
In Mariupol, the smoke
is rising.
The land is ravaged.
In the steel factory
the girl has sheltered
52 days
underground.
All she wants is to
see the sun.
This poem really moves me. I am thinking of Mariupol and the people trapped in that basement. No hope of humanitarian corridors with Russia. Unbelievable, the way they behave.
ReplyDeleteIt's heartbreaking.
DeleteIt is so sad what is happening in the world.
ReplyDeleteA disgrace
DeleteDeeply Felt 🙏🏽
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteYep, very very tough in Mariupol, more than very. There is a sliver of hope some will be able to get out but the Russians want them in camps in Russia. Of course that is not where people want to go...Odesa will be next with this we think....(where I am) very good verse, brings it home....
ReplyDeleteI hope that you are safe. The war is heartbreaking.
DeleteThis is all the more powerful for being simply and clearly written, stripped of the clutter of politics and media buzzwords. A sad truth from which we should not avert our eyes.
ReplyDeleteIt's unimaginable what is going on.
DeleteIndeed... and I fear that when we learn what has really happened in Mariupol... we will see what the war really is. I fear that children will be stolen and adopted and turned into obedient Russian Patriots.
ReplyDeleteI am so depressed over the war. I pray that it ends.
DeleteThis is a very heartfelt moving poem! So sad that children become collateral damage of war!
ReplyDeletedwight
Thank you, Dwight.
DeleteI am hopeful for those sunny and bright days for everyone in Ukraine.
ReplyDeleteMe too.
DeleteSo moving and so frustrating! When will we learn.
ReplyDeleteHistory repeats itself.
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