The void behind my heart

The void behind my heart

Roars silently

With every butterfly fading its colors

For every chopped and falling forest

~

The fragments of my aching heart

Shatter at every lost limb and hungry child

To all the lives screaming the unspeakable violence

Dying in the rubble

~

My microplastic filled blood flows with grief for all the
hatred, domination, and control
asphyxiating life

~

The heaviness in my heart pulses with every violent abuse of bodies

Flesh

Water

Mountains

~

The emptiness that lives in my heart

Pounds heavily

With every whale that goes silent

With every bleached coral

~

The hole inside my heart

Pulses with every turtle or moth who gets lost flared by the wrong lights

For every beetle that loses the milky-way

Because of all the roads that cross the forest

~

My heart pounds with every invisible and muffled scream

But my heart also remembers

And will not forget

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