Though Hope is Frail*
a reactive poem by Rielle, who wishes for everyone that we can heal from the heartache of recent days, recalling only heroism.
Words are overused,
Minds grow numb,
Hands shake.
So much loss,
Faces wan with pain,
Eyes blank with disbelief.
How strong are we?
Can we come back from this?
And what will we find when we do?
Wounds, slow to heal,
Gazes wary, weary all around,
Spirits stunned, stung.
Yet,
I must believe, I do believe,
We are here to heal a broken world,
And all its broken hearts.
So,
After a knockdown punch,
I stand up again,
Lifting my heart towards a rain-washed sky,
Hoping, by that simple act, somehow,
To begin lifting theirs.
(written in September,2001)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem