The Space…

Witnessing

 

I light a white candle for each of you
for innocence, for loss.
I light a red candle for myself
for blood
for my Gethsemane.

 

White for your Golgotha
for the quietness when you speak
for childhood that is gone.
Red for tears we owe ourselves
for screams you held inside.

 

White for the heroine who took the blame
to save the younger ones.
Red for sorrow
light for witnessing, for tomorrow.
A genuflection to honour the Calvary we have walked
for every word of your struggle to tell.

 

White for the trust that has taken
red for courage and pain.
White for the fight to continue
for fragments of hope
for truth, for your children
and their children who will have the power
to say, No.