next.
when I heard
I was not at a loss for words
I had a lot to say
I had a lot to feel
But I was at a loss
What to do. next.
the walls were mocking me to punch them
my tongue was putting on his sneakers,
to run a marathon of dirty words
my ears were socks,
soaking up all the puddles of media and soot filled gun shots.
But I was at a loss
What to do. next.
so i got my pain
and wrote on an index card.
over and over.
over and over.
fear is what they seek
courage is what they fear.
fear is what they seek
courage is what they fear
fear is what they seek
courage is what they fear…
until I put down my pen
and my pain
walked outside
seeing the lost in the heavenly clouds
and holding my chin up for them
and my chest up for those in the past
and my hands out in courageous service
because the world can be better
if you know what to do next.
By Nicholas Bellacicco
