Megan McQuaig
It looks different from up here the soldiers smaller, their menacing scowls too far away to see or maybe it's just the blood and sweat that fills my eyes, blurring my vision
The deafening noise is not as loud up here —shouting, screaming, crying, mocking— but maybe it's just the screaming pain in my body drowning it all out The sun—baking my torn flesh As the flies buzz around my open wounds—feels hotter from up here Or maybe it's just because Their cold hearts are further away The world looks harder from up here Filled with sin, Caesars, and high priests Who only love themselves Who have no need for me Or maybe they are more in need of me now Than ever before My heart feels different from up here Hurting to the point of death Loving more than life itself But maybe if I can touch even one, single, life— It will all be worth it
