Gone. The only signs of life are scavengers and the remnants of human existence left behind. Where is the laughter, the smiles, and the tears? Have we reverted so far inside ourselves? Where is the care, the succor, the decency? Can we not see the suffering, hear the cries, or feel the shame? Have we all decided, in the name of “self-care or preservation” that no one else matters? We are part of the same family! We are not the same, but we all belong. We all cry. We all bleed. We all want to cheer, but instead we shout. Can we listen too? But no one is talking. There is only bellowing to an empty world who refuses to open their ears.
I know where my voice is heard. I know the voice talking back to me is powerful but still. I turn to a higher plane, above the desolation left below, and take with me all who would follow with open hearts and willing hands.