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Terror Is…©
Copyright 2015
By Felina Silver Robinson
Thursday night lay my head on my pillow
Dreaming of what the next day would bring
I woke excited for all the new day would bring
Comforted by the voices of my loved ones
As I went about my day
Night fell before my eyes
Social media was suddenly ablaze
News of the Paris attack was before me
I sat terrified for those who await word on the status of their loved ones
I mourn those that are already lost
I fear for the lives of the hostages
I’m terrified of the reasons this tragedy came into play
Terror is now the feeling
That I’m no longer safe
Nor are the places
I sleep
Dine
Walk
or
Travel
Terror has further become the feeling
Of not knowing who our neighbors
or
Companions are
Feeling trapped
With no place to go
Not being able to say goodbye
To the ones that you love
Because someone else has taken your voice away
Terror is the feeling that someone else has won the right to take over your life
We must not let terror win!
This poem is written in memory of all of those who lost someone
They know or love in the aftermath of the Paris tragedy of
Friday, November 13, 2015