My pen rests on the paper. Ready to write but entirely motionless, before falling lifelessly to the page.
Thankful that I still can , I breathe as my mind races. My eyes trace the newspaper strewn on the bench before closing to pray, ‘My Lord?”
A tear wells, drops and forms the first, and last, mark.
Dedicated to all those who lost their lives in the #ParisAttacks – words aren’t enough