Day 1,115

You wanted to be a surgeon,
to heal, with your hands and your eyes,
children who needed healing.
Now you’ve been blinded
and lost your right hand
in a bombing. How
to find another dream?
What else is it possible to do?
The genocide has stolen your friends,
stolen your brothers, stolen
your father. And now
it has stolen this! Could you still
study medicine? Could you be
a doctor who listens, examines
with one hand? Could you hear
in the voice of a small child
brought to you,
where his pain is lodged?
Every day you are thinking
of possibilities. Every day
you are looking
for other solutions. The genocide
will not take everything! you tell
your friends, your sister,
the bright autumn air,
while a new dream begins
to take shape within you.