Excerpt – my heart breaks a little each time 

my heart breaks a little each time

each time a man with a gun
or a knife
or a car
decides his cause or belief
is more important than
the lives of others
I scroll passed the images of destruction
passed the blame and anger
passed the pointing fingers and the hate
I scroll until I can find the kindness
the help
the hope
anything that stops the once solid ground
shaking beneath my feet

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