Looking inside through my window

from the outside

I try to catch a glimpse of myself.

But the wide window reflects only the

hustle and bustle of a city that used to be.

Now no one is free

to roam the streets

and hang out anymore.

All I hear are the screeching sounds of ambulance sirens

alerting us to remain calm,

because we are not the one being transported

to heaven yet.

I look up and see three clouds converge

and shape hope for me once again.

Some might say it is a miracle.

Some will not ever believe again.

But I pray anyway,

that we will unite

and learn

how to come together

because our lives depend on it.

Unus pro omnibus!

One for all.