Seeing the light in a dark world

Following on from my last post about writer’s block, I got caught up writing about Flash I thought if I carried on it would have been two long winded. I explained why I hadn’t written but the truth is I have been writing but anything I have written lately shows my vulnerability and unleashes something I didn’t know I had.

It is different to what I normally write, and for this reason I feel uncomfortable and a little afraid to share it. I need to gain more self-confidence and believe that maybe it is good. Someone told me that it doesn’t matter, you should just share your voice. I think I need to find the confidence to do this so I am going to try here.

After Flash died, I was pretty devastated and then when the terror attacks in Manchester happened, I was in shock. It happens everywhere in the world but when it happens at your home, it brings a different type of pain. It brings anger, sadness, and fear. I love Manchester and one of the reasons other than it being my hometown was because I was safe here. But recently with the attacks in London, it feels like the place I felt safe is no longer as safe. We live in a bubble, and they popped our bubble and have made us feel as vulnerable as everyone. I wrote this after the attacks in Manchester, it may not be very good but I am trying to start something new. So here goes:

It was a rare day.

And not because the sun was shining.

The sun shone high and bright over the city

Yet it could not black out the darkness that was looming.

When it is so close, it shocks

It brings a different kind of pain

A pain that leaves a mark

A mark that will be there until the end

We smile and laugh knowing it is the only way to move forward

Then we are reminded, and it all returns
The misery, the suffering, the fear, the anger

It all rushes back

We were rocked but we cannot let it defeat us

Hate, the destroyer

Turns the smallest ray of light into darkness
It is destructive

There is little love in the world

And we must let it grow

We must let it fill our hearts

There is no room for hate

There is no time


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