And it's not in our favor.
This heart is still aching.
This mind is still churning.
People are hurting.
Time is ticking.
There are stories to be heard.
Hands to be held.
Tears to be welcomed, not wiped away.
There are bodies to be healed.
Wounds to be dressed.
And many a persons to grieve with.
There are weak to lift up.
Innocent to defend.
Voices to be heard, not silenced.
I don't intend on saving the world.
Not even a person.
I do intend to care for those who are before me.
30 hours up and my soul keeps myself awake.