Perspectives...

Why do I not feel whole?   There are bruises and wounds all over me. They are not mine,   But they belong to us nevertheless. Every child killed, every woman raped, every family separated,   Makes me less and less.

I am a part of it,     but still fighting, struggling to go against. I am exasperated, I fight some more,   trying hard not to give up. In a moment of complete despair,    I surrendered completely. It took me along and there was no looking back, I kept floating through the rocks and shards,   and the sunsets and the sunrises. I just kept floating...