If Only

I want to write a poem,some prose,
some words
that enter your heart
which is really your mind.
I want you to read those words
and weep with me for our collective suffering.
to smell the cordite in Gaza
and witness the broken homes and bodies in the Ukraine  
To taste the suffering of those huddled in some dreary, cold alcove in your own country.
 
I want you to read my words and know our shared human experience.
Their suffering is not just theirs
It's yours,it's mine,it's our planets.
 
I'd love to write words so
You would understand there are no days
without love and suffering  
If there are,then
You aren't alive.
 
I want to write words that matter.
That stirs in you love
Not its opposite.