(A poem I wrote about 11 years ago. It’s nice to share some of my creative writings.)

You’re a child when it happens.
When that event changes your
entire life, your entire being.

You’re a child, and no one 
is listening to your hurt
and it’s all you can do to hide it.

You’re a child when it all comes
crashing down, burying you in
the rubble of the past.

And you can never find that
breath you so desperately crave
as you’re drowning

And you can’t make sense of
it at all because nothing about
it makes any sense

And when they all come (you know)
and try to wrestle answers from
your silent lips

All you can do is scream
scream words and sounds and
none of it actually is an answer

All you can do is sit there and
pray that you’ll feel something
that this is all a dream

All you can do is stare at
the wreckage and wonder
“where did I go wrong?”