• One year ago this day
    My world came crashing down.
    And today I wonder,
    Was I ever found?

    Did someone pull
    Me from the rubble,
    Or was I there to stay?
    I still pull glass
    Shards from my arm
    Was it meant to be this way?

    Did the trauma
    Leave the line flat,
    Or did I realize the rays?
    I hope that I’ll forget
    But there’s a part;
    A part that screams “always”

    Have I regained
    The strength to walk,
    Or on the ground I lay?
    A natural disaster; blind.
    Not to see me broken.
    Will you ever pay?

    Was any one there to
    Hold my hand,
    Or was I alone to pray?
    One year longer;
    One year stronger?
    Remembering the struggle of yesterday.

    And in some twist of fate,
    I survived the first three-sixty or so.
    But sometimes it seems
    I never lived after the blow.

    One year ago this day
    My world came crashing down.
    And today I wonder,
    Was I ever found?