Catharsis in the Violence

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Catharsis in the violence,

Or solace, I guess.

Like, my heart’s breaking

But it’s vaguely okay

Because the world’s breaking too.

And I know, it’s terrible of me

To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives,

It’s terrible of me

To take solace

In sickness, destruction

From the ease of my laptop screen,

But here’s a truth I’ve learned anyway:

Shared burdens,

Shared pain,

Are the best things to share with anybody, any day;

When we all collapse,

When our isolation walls fall by our own desperate outreaches,

We mix up together

And make of our messes

Stained glass masterpieces.

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