The Lasting Mark
Some days I feel better, I feel okay,
Its almost like nothing happened,
And I’m stronger and tougher and proud to say,
That I am over what happened.
But sometimes something snaps or a shout is heard,
And suddenly I am eight years old,
And I’m scared and crying form the noises,
And I’m shivering from the painful shock.
Suddenly I am stood in that kitchen,
And the world is collapsing around me,
Insulation fibers and floorboard passing my ears.
I am not proud or strong or tough,
And left sweeping and re-building.
By Emma Cunningham