Manchester and Aleppo by Ceinwen Elizabeth Cariad Haydon

These days, all I ever do is stare,

knowing can collapse in on itself,

but it can also save lives

as time passes.

 

My mind in my body, a whole,

an integer.

It neither stands wholly apart

nor disappears,

before death at least.

 

Grief drags us down

and dire conditions maintain,

so many systems are useless.

 

Back to basics now: kindness,

those things or moments

they last well. Thoughts added on,

the pieces true, yielding love,

a reminder of another real life.

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