to grieve is to love

A short poem I wrote about a loved one who left this world behind.

As I post this, I am thinking of the people deprived of the chance to grieve their loved ones properly. The ones who have to grieve while being uncertain about whether their loved ones are alive and displaced, burried under the rubble, or amongst those thrown into mass graves. My heart aches as we witness the immense loss of life at the hands of evil occupiers and as we watch people be treated with not an ounce of humanity even after their passing. People are not just numbers but for them to be dehumanized to the point where they are not even counted for in death tolls is an unimagineable reality we are watching unfold.