I had thought
that nothing bad
could ever happen,
at least
not to us.
My parents were good people,
the best.
I was going to be just like them.
Then the stranger came
and took them both away.
And for what?
I don’t know
who long I knelt
on that alley floor,
staring at my mother’s pearls
scattered across the floor.
I couldn’t look at them,
that would make it real.
I hoped
this pain would turn numb,
but it was always there,
gnawing away at what was left.
At their graves,
I made a vow
never to be powerless

Prompt: Powerless


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