Remembering the 58 who lost their lives.
Everything is still changing – We live in a city that continues to help each other, we love harder, we are more aware, more eager to help, and we have a sense of community that was never there before. This is Las Vegas and this is our home.
The first poem, “Sanguine”, is the one I stayed home to write Sunday night 10/1/2017 instead of attending Route 91 with a free wristband.
💙 It has since been my tribute to the survivors 💙
People are beautiful
give them a chance.
Not everyone is out to get you
Strangers bring light into the darkest places
Keep a tight grip on childish emotions.
Fuel the fire
Plunge into love.
Spoil your dreams
Seek out the good in people
Fiction is fraud
grass is green
The cup is full
We are exactly where we are meant to be.
breathe every second
of every twinkling.
The stars fasten as the world falls apart.
The second poem, “Overhauling All We’ve Known”, took me nearly two years to write those three stanzas about an event that changed thousands of lives, including mine and my loved ones, forever. This is Las Vegas, Nevada, and this is our home.
Overhauling All We’ve Known
Spraying ricocheting lead
on a flawless Vegas summer night
Burly men with shirts off
Cries for help left behind
Painful guilt traumatizing futures
Liters of gifted blood
Strangers embracing strangers
Embroidering hearts, wrenching a city together
– Breelyn Shelkey