Life Skills & Narratives: When Red Meant Love

Life Skills & Narratives: When Red Meant Love 

When bullets and bombs laugh aloud,

And screams of torture drown out the silence—

The color red, once a symbol of love,

Now bleeds as the color of war and blood.

Trauma hangs heavy, clouding the air,

Pain is born, and silent tears fall.

Peace is in panic.

Life—once certain—now stumbles in doubt.

Hearts tremble in fear; minds spiral in worry.

Harmony isn’t lost—it’s just hidden,

Tucked beneath headlines and buried beneath cover stories.

Yet, even in chaos, there’s a whisper.

A whisper that says:

Let the aura of fear fade away.

Let nature’s quiet care begin to heal.

Let us hold space for softness, for humanity,

For the innocent smiles that remind us who we really are.

Life is a journey—a million miles long.

And though storms may rage,

It’s our choice to walk forward

With courage, with compassion,

And with the belief that love can still bloom,

Even in the shadow of war.