Hold ourselves together // Nesraa

Father was gone and she felt sick over it. Then they took mother and she clung to the necklace that was once hers. Wearing it like a twisted reminder of her loved one lost. It was her way of holding onto hope. A hope that was fading with every passing moment of every passing day.  She wanted to feel safe and normal again. She wanted to enjoy her books or write her poetry. Yet, she could hardly look at her journal without ruining the pages with bitter tears of anger and loss.

Nesraa had shut down and most could see it. It was so obvious to the naked eye. The cub was never outside. Never seen. She just lay in her place at home. Numb and sorrowful. Perhaps what they say is true. Tragedy makes a poet divine. Alas, it had not struck her yet, but perhaps it would. The footfalls of her siblings were nearly missed and she looked up at a voices call.

Hushed as though whatever took their parents, and likely their sister, would snatched them for speaking. The girl opened her mouth and forced the words out. "You will find me near, as i have always been here." Her voice was soft. Broken and sore sounding. Likely from all her sobbing.

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