
Yes, Yara,
you will survive,
but what is survival?
After the rubble
of your house
pressed on your chest
for hours,
after you inhaled air
filled with dust
you waited…
Hours felt like days.
Questions
swirled in your mind,
unanswered.
Tears and blood
stained your fragile body,
turning you
red as sunset.
You collapsed
then returned to life
with the call,
”Is there anyone alive?”
Next to you,
Lara,
just six years old,
moaning in pain.
Neither of you can speak
but survival comes,
even if delayed.
Then shouting…
“There is a hand moving under the rubble!”
