Here I am, once again

Willing myself to relive the pain

It feels like it was just yesterday

I understand this is the only way

I hear my body telling me to stop

It may seem quiet to you

But the silence is pulling out my eardrums

As I continue on my path

Taken away by this terrible aftermath

“Ugh” my wheelchair stuck on a rock-can mean he “can’t move forward”

This rocky road has turned into Iraq

The stress is building up, I cant-

So fatigued I begin to pant

Time after time I have to pretend

The memories don’t boil in my head

The Boston bombing on Boylson street

This road has sent me back in time

Sirens too loud to write this last rhym-