Mightier

For two days the words have eluded me. Because I am not just Charlie, I am an Afghan teacher, a Syrian shopkeeper, a British aid-lorry driver. I am a Pakistani cook, a Kurdish nurse, a Nigerian schoolgirl. I am thousands of lost names who can no longer speak their words for themselves.
 

This evening, outside the National Gallery, I saw this simple memorial. I added my pen. The words came back.