The explosion lasted for 27 seconds The fallout, a few years more. I could comprehend the what where and why’s -How the ceilings became the floors. What was left was rebuilt, by Who was left and had the will I know, I’ve seen, I felt -Splint delivered a demise unheard Shrapnel was what I was dealt.
In fiscal time, there needs no restart No physical wound, but shrapnel at heart Sure we fought, and some still survive We will all live with debris for the rest of our lives.
This poem is about the physical weight we carry with us after a large emotional breakdown.