Its not that I do not realize. Its not that I do not see the truth or the sky. It is just that it is hard. To see that much blood. To be there in the moment of the dying. To see the crumbling of the heart, and the wasting of what we call humanity. I arrived home a few days ago. Wearing scars from a war that has not been won. Scars, that line and bleed my face. It is hard to live in this space, and to feel that the world around me is okay. Even though you cannot see it. Even though you close your eyes and choose not to breathe it – it does not make it not real. The violence. The way they cut their feet off and hang them. In each breath that I take. In each moment that I push myself into that space. Blood falls from the sky into my veins. I see the faces of those that cannot be saved. But believe in the future. I believe hope awaits. And that truth lies in the voice of the people.Out of all the dogs we saved on this last trip, it was she that broke into me. The way her eyes searched the sky to find me. Her breaking body. Her crumbling feet. Her heart, that fell and bleed into the coming. We pray for you – Elle. #TheHeartOfRescue #animalhopeandwellness #BokNal #SecondChances #MarcChing
