A Day of Prayer

A day of prayer.
The nation reflects,
Starts to heal.
Her people come together,
Saving.
Donating.
Sorting through the terrors,
Clearing the emotional rubble.

A woman searches.
A child asks.
A man cries.

But we have survived.
Life goes on,
Existing in every breath.
The country breathes
Together.
Praying,
With every pulse.

I go to school thinking of this. I come home thinking of this. It is everywhere. But school removes it slightly. We find ourselves talking, laughing, going through our day. We must, to heal. Yet at the same time, I have this enormous sense of guilt. The people who search cannot laugh. Those that have lost cannot smile. For them every second is mourning. Shouldn’t I mourn as well?