You Are Our Heart

I'm tired, because exhaustion has made my body soft.

Soft and easy to hurt.

I feel the pain of everyday corners striking me on my sides.

I bang into people words and find them so hurtful.

"Everyone" They say.

I wonder who "everyone" is? And who it leaves out?

I let myself wonder and watch "everyone."

"Everyone" in my family sits in groups.

We marvel at our yesterdays and cant fathom tomorrow without Adina.

We hold up pictures to the light and see things we never saw before.

Adina, you were so beautiful to the world. You were so treasured by us.

Everyone can see that.

Everyone knows.

I want to tell everyone that we are devoted to your memory.

That we learn from the way you lived and loved.

I want everyone to know that you were my sister.

Everyone.

I let the words find a way to my heart.

It stings.

Everyone.