9/05

September 5,
the number of crisis
from which I survived,
but only in that I was revived, but not wholly alive.

An ambulatory coma,
a filtered stroke, an untold joke
all on me, my own catastrophe
of sorts, marked,
"not to be unsorted".

To return to before
would be the end,
because what I am now
is not the same as what I was
before September 5 began.

Reviews

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Inquiring minds want to know what happened on September 5th? I see a lot of regret "my own catastrophe" that I can completely relate to! I like that part "marked 'not to be unsorted'" That just says so much in such a clever way! It definitely gives the indication of never being the same again and perhaps always remaining wounded/heartbroken if that's the case... to be forever changed and broken.. our pain shapes us.. and it builds us.. still we grow and scar tissue is stronger than the original.