We wanted it. We read it. We supported it.
We are all to blame with ignorance and shame,
ripping someone of the privilege of being alive and flooding the world with ache.
One night in Paris is all it takes for the mockingbird that brought us hope to break.
Taking her everything. We cut her life out
and pushed a light into the darkness to be forever lost.
A light so bright, it shattered the world in broken glass,
left it with nothing to hold onto except for the unraveling lingering guilt.
The world was flooded with fire trying to understand
the devastating gravity of this tragedy.
Suffering through the cuts
of an angel's wings turning into dust.
Her legacy of kindness and tremendous morality
carving a difficult and dark personal journey full of manipulation
was finally evolving into a global force
of purely shattering, all-consuming humanity.
Endless hunger that fueled the world for so long
embraced the darkness in the end and caused her strength to break
dissolving into the flowers of heaven.