Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much.
Then it wouldn’t hurt that my brothers and
sisters on the planet are suffering.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much.
Then I wouldn’t be restlessly consumed by
a sense personal obligation and urgency to help.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much.
Then I wouldn’t feel this deep well of emotion
that tosses me about in its waves of uncertainty.

But I do.
I DO care.

And all I can do right now is cry.

To let my grief be an ally in releasing me from the
pain in my heart. To help me pour out my sadness and
anger so I don’t become toxic with them. To allow my
care to shape me into an even more compassionate, loving
person.

I want it to be enough to contribute to the healing we need.

I believe it will be.
I intend it will be.

I will grieve. It is my responsibility to grieve.

Otherwise, on some level, I’m just adding to the violence.

Sending you love…

With all that I am,

Kendra E Thornbury, MA