I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness. <br />I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me. <br />I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans. <br /> <br />In comparison to the tragedy that has befallen here. <br />I have nothing of value to lose. <br /> <br />What is value? <br />What can I consider a true loss? <br />Nothing. <br />In comparison to the holocaust.<br /><br />Rachel Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-trip-to-auschwitz/
