Grief

Last week I read about an elephant who escaped a circus

and just rolled and played in the open snow near by

My heart broke..I cried. Thinking of what we have come to.

And just how simple acts of freedom are denied..everyday..unseen.

and how numb we have become.

What we don't see, we edit from our reality

What we edit from our reality, we don't talk to

What we don't talk to(not about), we don't understand

What we don't understand, we fear

What we fear, we avoid

What we avoid, we become immune to

What we become immune to

We destroy and kill..

Violence has many insidious forms.

Not having got attention

It dies.

A Silent death

But the screams can be felt by the soul.

As an acute sense of loss, a deep grief

A loneliness that is present at all times.

With the death of the last species of dragonfly

The world becomes silent by a flutter

And we shudder involuntarily.

When we see the fires burning a forest

Animals dying, people divided

Children not knowing what ‘safe’ means

We gulp the unshed tear...unconsciously.

And we release that

The silences we hold back, are reverberated outside

Some part of the pain, that fire, the death,

the fear, the helplessness, the grief

Belongs to us.

It’s time we own it, and give it voice.

As an ultimate act of taking responsibility.

And atleast attempt to pay some debt back to this Earth

Rhea