After being to the Holocaust Museum…

The Reflection

Here I am. There you are.

I have a light heart; you have a yellow star.

My eyes are happy; yours stare into space.

I smile with ease, but you have a blank face.

I hear laughter; you hear pain.

My feet sink into lush grass while you stand in a bloodstain.

My future is on the horizon; yours is pierced with barbed wire and taunting fear.

My hand reaches for yours, but I am stopped by the glass in the broken mirror.

About wordvessel

Aloha! This blog is a window into the active mind of a wife, mother, woman and individual. I may be busy every moment of every day, but I still have time to think. Many seasons have blossomed and faded within my life, and this blog has endured through all of them. It is safe to say that my writing has matured because of them. I hope that you will be inspired to think in fresh ways as you read my writing. To Jesus be all the glory.
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