How Many More Times Do We Have

Some People Tried To Hurt Us To Protect Themselves, Their Family And Communities...this Was One Of The Consequences Of Civil War. People Stopped Trusting Each Other, And Every Stranger Became An Enemy. Even People Who Knew You Became Extremely Careful About How They Related Or Spoke To You.

How Many More Times Do We Have To Come To Terms With Death Before We Find Safety?

We All Find Joy And Radiance And A Reason To Move On Even In The Most Dire Of Circumstances. Even In Chaos And Madness, Theres Still A Beauty That Comes From Just The Vibrancy Of Another Human Spirit.

I Lay In My Bed Night After Night Staring At The Ceiling And Thinking, Why Have I Survived The War? Why Was I The Last Person In My Immediate Family To Be Alive? I Didn’t Know.

This Is One Of The Consequences Of The Civil War. People Stop Trusting Each Other, And Every Stranger Becomes An Enemy.