Lions Mane

When one wish remains
to not die here alone
i reach for your hand
before night calls me home

Until that someday when
this life bids adieu
i watch for the faint
winding path back to you ~

Authors note: This poem was inspired by a story i heard about a family in Gaza. The children of this family were so traumatized by the violence that their primary concern was to stay together so that if the parents were killed, they would all die together. It is tragic that the US arms Israel, and that Israel uses those arms to kill thousands of innocents.