My home
It’s falling
My heart
It’s crying
A place I was not born
To
A place to which
my heart is
dedicated.
We fell in love.
My love has fallen.
I saw in the
treeless
smoke-filled
bright-colored
Eyes
the beauty
the love
the story
in the broken
the unfinished
in the land
abused
and beautiful.
A cry in the darkness
the darkness of night
the darkness of death and
tragedy.
Least equipped
most susceptible
think of the threats
all the problems
this
does not occur.
A small place
a dark place
darkened by tragedy
and blood stains
a place of hope and
devastation.
my land
my country
my love
has fallen.
This poem was written by Becca Bland on Tuesday, January 12, 2010, as first images from the aftermath of the earthquake were broadcast on television. Becca was a member of the 2009 Advocate mission team to Haiti.
