The Turmoil Within

She is Russian. 
Her father who lives in Russia supports the Putin carnage in Ukraine. She can’t understand it.  It is not her world view.  It saddens her to see the blood shed and the dichotomy in perspectives on this war.  

Her best friends are Ukrainian. Their families are hiding in bomb bunkers, and their young sons are being forced into a war that they don’t believe in. She is afraid to call them.  She has so much to say, but can’t seem to say anything.  

She loves Russia, and she loves her people.  Most of her family is still there.  Yet, she vehemently opposes the blood shed and the war.  She hurts for those she loves that are trying to keep their loved ones alive.  Yet, she can’t express her sentiments.  

Her brain is foggy.  Her heart, hurting.  The turmoil within has her sad and pensive.  None of this makes sense.  Never has, never will.  

Strange world we live in.  Innocent people are dying, and none of us can do anything about it. I thought the barbaric age was behind us.