Melissa Kuch

Author of the YA fantasy/adventure series, The Hypothesis of Giants.

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Poem for Hope! Donate to Help Syrian Refugees

I am inspired today by my college friend Barin who is raising money to help fund textbooks and supplies for Syrian refugees.

She went on a road trip raising money for this cause and I started putting myself in the shoes of a refugee, losing everything- my home, my friends, my family, to escape to an unfamiliar country despite hardships and suffering because the alternative is death.  I have been so disheartened and saddened by the news lately of refugees who are viewed as the enemy and this hatred and fear that is driving this world today saddens me and makes me wonder what the future will hold.  So, I dedicate this poem to the Syrian refugees and to people, like Barin, who are showing them that there is hope and who will go above and beyond to help and show them kindness in this world consumed by hate and fear.  If you would like to donate, please go to Barin’s fundraising page here: https://www.paypal.me/BarinMasoud

Down the Abysmal Slope

By: Melissa Kuch

Slipping.. further

down the abysmal slope

Running, frantically

As the world around me burns.

Like a tornado engulfing all I love

Until there’s nothing but

the shirt on my back,

The shoes on my feet,

This mind,

this aching body,

these tears flooding my eyes.

Your hand in mine-

Until your hand is torn from mine.

Searching, Grasping

at empty space

Calling your name

Praying for God

to save you!

To save us!

Calling, Screaming

For mercy.

The wind heckles back

You are alone.

Begging, Pleading

For a scrap of bread

A trickle of water

So thirsty

So hungry

I had a job, money, a house

I had it all.

Look at me! Look at me!

Your spit stings my eye

Your words I don’t understand

But I understand your fear

Don’t you see mine?

I didn’t choose this life!

Who would choose this?

I want to go home

But there is no home.

Home is no more.

Breathing, hoping

Because that’s all I have left

Surviving barely

But surviving still.

Falling, falling

Afraid to fall asleep,

Afraid to wake up,

Afraid to give up.

I survive for your memory,

still clinging to your hand

In my dreams.

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