Potential destruction sits innocently on the ledge,
there for anyone to claim.
I can’t stop thinking about the boy who was killed,
my son’s best friend. I wake up and remember it is true.
I remember over and over and imagine the unspeakable pain,
his mother is going through.
Since I am a mother, I can’t help but imagine losing one of my own.
Life gets out of hand, and we sometimes don’t realize it until we are staring down the barrel of a gun.
We realize we are holding a live grenade,
not knowing what to do.
He was only 16.