I feel like I have stumbled upon a spent battlefield. I am ignorant of all positions, and unwilling to choose sides. All I can do is pick up the pieces. My tears fall on shards of solidarity. So much pain. Why can’t I be a thick mist that permeates everything, gently soothing parched lands and bringing comfort. God, please, just let me be what they need.
There is nothing to pick up, it is done. Mom needs you, be there for her.