In a slow pattern of actions and reactions,
we wait and hold the candel of hope
as we are drowning in pain and joy.
Released hostages bringing joy to home
with such a size of deep pain
that is hard to yet define.
Whispering in every turn
with a tear not to speak,
in an unsaid word
that breaks all hearts.
Joy and pain are stitched over,
almost trying to embrace one another
into a new reality of trauma-life.
A slow unrecognizable suffering
for a new hug to come tomorrow,
mixed with love and loss
of past and present.
As the joy and pain hug each other,
the light is there, just next to darkness,
and we must move forward.
Different forms of pain shape the joy;
we try to kick to stay afloat
as we reclaim a new direction.
Swapping pain with joy,
and joy with pain,
that’s the process we now face
as we just cannot escape it.