The next tragedy

Today might have been an anniversary

The very special, the very first

But instead, it is a sad reminder

Of an event that didn’t happen…

Of the variety of horrors that would

Soon befall three hitherto unconnected families

A heart would give out; eyes would flood; 

prayers would go unanswered;

Elsewhere, locks would be broken;

gold will get stolen; and

life’s worth would be looted

by unmasked thieves…

Uncertainty became the story of our lives

Grief and loss and longing took over

We held on to the ledge with fate’s toes 

Grinding our fingers

Forcing us to bleed out; to let go

To fall head last into chaos…

There was no light at the end of this tunnel

There was just the darkness of a polar night

That stretched for six months

Before the Sun finally turned up at our end

And life began setting itself right. Why?

Because that’s all that life could ever do:

Set itself right. And, move onto

The next tragedy, of course.