Save you

We are rarely touched enough, by far away concerns

Though we should

Give a damn

I was told it was their fault they went into the cave

Made me wonder

At the empathy quota

Of some

For last night

In the darkness

I imagined them in their dark cavern

No security

Just the absence of everything

As oxygen lost

And waters threatened to rise

I prayed

To God

To thimbles

To caves

To monsoons

To mercy

They did not die

It must not be in vain


Save them

They live now

On the thin cusp of chance

I cannot tip the balance

Imagining their parents

The exhausting weight of time

Patience nobody has

Will they survive?

I try to think of ways

It reminds me

We are free

It reminds me

How little we think

Of others

Clinging on

When we get consumed by unimportant rages

If I could dive

And take your hand

I would hold my breath

Like Shelly Winters in The Posidon

She died saving them

I was about your age when I watched that film

I asked my dad

Why do good people suffer?

He said don’t worry

But I did

I wanted to forget

It’s easier

Her eyes kept coming back

Just as you

With your skinny legs drawn away from the edge

Tell me we only have one thing left of worth

Our hearts

So I pray

Whether I believe in God or not

For a miracle or a hero

To save you all


27 thoughts on “Save you

  1. It is so tragic. I heard someone on the radio saying when they were first discovered to be alive that they were doing very well–because when you are in darkness like that, after a while you can’t tell if your eyes are open or closed and you just panic. I can’t imagine what they or their families are going through.

  2. “I asked my dad
    Why do good people suffer?
    He said don’t worry
    But I did
    I wanted to forget
    It’s easier”
    I think a lot of us have asked this question a time or two or three. What you have shared here Candice is the epitome of empathy.
    *and you say you’re not an empath*

  3. Your genuine concern through your heartfelt words has moved me to tears, and I hope these tears of mine become the glassy mirrors of hope for the frightened children, ………..

  4. The ability to empathize with other people’s sufferings is what sets us apart from the lower order of animals, and yet, people are turning their hearts away at the news of other people’s deaths and the tragedies in other people’s lives, until these tragedies hit us personally, otherwise, we will, NEVER feel anything…

  5. I haven’t heard any journalist here ask why they were in that cave, nor whose fault it was. That shows restraint and consideration. It’s easier to dismiss tragedies when we can point the finger and say, it’s their own fault, they shouldn’t have got into that boat, the father shouldn’t have had the only life jacket, the instructor should have known better etc etc. In the end, kids are kids, death is death, and lack of a heart is a terrible failing. Great poem, Candice.

  6. My heart is aching for these boys too…. it’s hard to imagine what they must be going through. Like trE says, you are indeed an empath. All of us together, with our thoughts and prayers will hopefully reach them. There’s got to be a way…..

  7. Well said & beautifully written.
    Perhaps there is something to be said for the power of prayer & heartfelt intentions, only 4 more boys & their coach are left to be rescued as I write this. When enough people care sometimes miraculous things can happen. ❤

  8. I come to this late. The drama is done and the boys safe with only one hero sacrificed, a man long used to submerged danger. Still, reading now, the feeling, the wishing, hoping, praying to whatever may hear, come back.

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