They ask me “Are you safe? How far away are you from it all?”
The answer is like sand in my mouth.
How can I ever be close enough to brothers and sisters trapped, murdered, dying?
How can I ever be far enough away from the horror and the images seared into my mind?
How can I ever be safe, at any distance, when the distance never stops the hate?
How can I ever come close to expressing what I feel?
I am too close to ever be the same.
And I am too distant to ever know their pain.
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