No More, No Less…

My heart aches…

No more or no less…

My heart aches no more or no less for the victims of randomly strategic bombings than it does for the souls right here on my land that are dying as they try to defend a value they believed this country upheld.

My heart aches no more or no less for the woman who died at the hands of her lover than it does for the woman who manages to continue walking around dead inside because her soul has been stolen and her voice ripped out of her throat.

My heart aches no more or no less for the daughters who’s mothers were brutally murdered and are left uncovered by her mama’s love and protection than it does for the daughter who’s mother still lives but gives love that hurts and breaks her and leaves her bent over confused and sorrowful and questioning her own worth and existence.

My heart aches no more or no less for our beautiful brown boys that are no longer newsworthy because their deaths have become an all to familiar part of our landscape with their screams nothing more than background music than it does for the sons who are still alive but are cruel and soulless as they brazenly spew daggers that shred the very wombs they were formed in…💔

My heart aches no more or no less for the Muslim being beaten and openly discriminated against than it does when my black son leaves his home and becomes an instant target to be shot and killed by the police.

My heart aches no more or no less for the refugees in strange lands seeking safety and rest than it does for the homeless veteran right here in this country, hungry and in need of medical care.

My heart aches no more or no less for the girls kidnapped and sold for the wicked pleasures of evil men than it does for the poor women who are raped by police officers on duty that have been paid to protect them.

It makes my heart ache no more or no less than when I look at my children and know that I am going to be a witness to them having to learn to survive in country that arrogantly thought war wouldn’t rage on our land…but experience mass shootings regularly.

My heart aches no more or no less when people cry out to their leaders for answers and guidance and are left hold bags heavy with lies or non-answers than it does for the faithful church goer that seeks only instructions on how to find the One that is sure to save but leave with nothing more than a handful of tired platitudes that lost any meaning they may have had years ago…

(tears) I have to learn to stop gasping with disbelief and horror at every headline and happening that is worse than the horrors from the day before. I have to learn to “budget” my emotions and heartache because if I don’t, I may never catch my breath again.

My heart aches no more or no less.

Ruby TruthSeeker

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