Bio Note: Once upon a time I was born on a warm July morn in Kalamazoo, MI. My life has always been nourished by books and writing. I worked in healthcare for 30 years and have a PhD in Holistic Health. Now retired, I can be found reading or unleashing my imagination in two online writing groups. My writing has been published in The Ekphrastic Review and Lothlorien Poetry Journal Blog.
I am angry. I am sad. They tell us to move towards the light but it is nowhere to be found. We come together in our horror and grief yet seem unable to come together regarding guns and violence in all its guises. We blame, we rage, we protest, we weep and we still come up empty. We do what we can as we pray, offer condolences, make calls, send letters, but it is not enough. We say enough is enough but our words disappear on the Senate floor. We pick up our pens and spill our grief and anger onto blank pages so none of this is forgotten. We count, we say their names, we own their scars and shroud ourselves in armor as the clock keeps on ticking. We do not understand why nobody seems to be listening as we vote and vote again. We watch the news and cannot comprehend how this could keep happening over and over. We ask where is God and hear this, “(s)he is right beside us weeping”. When will those in office who refuse to address this give up their own desire for power and how many more unnecessary murders will it take as we cling to our unraveling fantasies of hope?
©2022 Karen VandenBos
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