Back-To-Back 

 

By Sharon Lea

 

When tragedy strikes
it knocks you over
like a bowling ball
smashing pins

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you go flying
every which way
coming to rest
in the gutter

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you try to reset
the pins as they were
but you struggle
to find your place
a safe spot

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it was reassuring
when life was like that
or at least felt like that
but nothing is safe

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another tragedy strikes
again you are obliterated
pins flying this way
bashing into each other
and coming to rest
once again

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you try to catch
a sort of semblance
of life as it was
a carefree optimism
of those you loved
and who loved you

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when you catch
your breath after awhile
you are always guarded
and yet you realize

you are not the only one
who has lost much