Keep Moving (Stacy Wills, 2012)
The ground beneath our feet
is cold and hard,
as unforgiving
as the hardest hearts
that forced our exile,
but leave we must.
Keep moving!
We gather what little we can
in our haste to leave
this home we love.
How will we ever find another?
Yes, we have our memories,
but even they are too heavy to carry now.
Keep moving!
Why? Why?
The question stings our brain
even more cruelly than
the icy wind stings our faces.
Instinctively, we pull
our wool scarves higher -
a pitiful defense.
But what else is there?
Keep moving!
O God, (if there is a god),
protect us in our flight.
We are grateful
for the full moon's light,
this lamp for our poor feet.
But what of dawn?
What ravages will be revealed?
Some wounds never heal.
Keep moving!
We ask the shining stars above
if the nights we spent beneath them,
loving and dreaming in our beds
will ever come again,
but they are silent.
Keep moving!
We tread precariously
on a crumbling ledge of sanity.
This is the cost and pain of war.
With every step we cry: No more!
Yet all the while, we're moving.
Keep moving!
-Stacy Wills (10/12/2012)
