My heart is broken

My heart is broken.

The city I love is in pain.

The country I love is in pain.

Dallas is a city I have lived in, loved in, worked in. It is a vibrant, colorful city. The sports scene is one of the best in the country. The people are friendly, and have a great sense of living life.

But, now those beautiful people are in pain. And nothing can ease it. Five people are in dead..Countless others injured. Such a horrible thing. Such  senseless violence.

I am not taking sides in the debate. I refuse to. I am hurting too bad. The tears keep flowing. I keep asking “Why”. I keep asking “Why Dallas”. These cops had nothing to do with the two deaths. The protestors did not either. They were innocents in this situation. Murder of innocents is always wrong. It just breaks my heart.

My heart is broken. And it will never ever be whole again. There is no way it can be. Not whole my city is in pain.

About the Author
Elizabeth is a nurse by profession, and a parent of a dog who thinks she is human. She likes lots of things. She may write about them.