Among the crowd, she stands unseen,

Just a wallflower; an illusion of a dream.

She watches, observes, sees tragedy unfold,

Destruction and chaos challenges her blood cold.

Mass destruction a gathering of forces shown,

A tear touches briefly then a raging river flows.

Her heart hurts, each breath the beat escalates,

Patience. Ease forth time. Still she waits.

Raging fires, twisting, turning violently unable too tame

Captured screams the enemy’s wrath torture their game.

Glass breaks shards settle on benches underneath the city light

Shivers as gunfire echoes in the darkened shadows of the night.

And she stands still, feet apart arms held towards the sky,

Head held low, the flow of tears, and the angel fly’s.

Words low spoken only God could claim to know,

Gathering souls as she watched the blood flow.

© Cynthia Clark