Your life was spared from a physical death,
but your mind forced to relive that moment.
Sending your brain on a trip worse than meth,
your mind suddenly the new opponent.
Did you know your would-be killer before?
Were you friends with those now called statistics?
And how could things be the same anymore,
seeming to slide right by like ballistics.
No mother should hold her lifeless child.
Former fears become harsh realities.
To think back on all the times you’ve smiled,
now taken away by brutalities.
I hope you’re reunited now.
As fourteen becomes fifteen, wonder how.