PTSD/MENTAL HEALTH/INJUSTICE

Pop Goes My Window

A Poem

Photo by Ozgu Ozden on Unsplash

I thought the shooting would never stop

And suddenly my window went POP.

A bullet and glass everywhere.

It was too much to bear.

Followed by a flurry of fear and anger

And a 911 call for the perceived danger.

“No harm, no foul,”

My neighbor proclaimed.

But it wasn’t HIS house

His safety that was drained.

My family, my sanity

You made it my fault. My vanity.

You attacked my character

You attacked my soul

To do so is extremely bold.

My life, devoted to the care of others

Now in my fear, I shudder.

I struggle to process

The fear, the anguish, the mess.

I use the power of my keyboard

but how does that make me an attention whore?

When you call men boys

Well, they do treat guns like toys