Baggage Claim

My life after surviving a mass shooting and the subsequent craziness in my head.

He stole a part of me.

I let him keep it every day, 6 feet under,

Next to his body count.

He is my greatest teacher,

My worst nightmare.

His legacy is a parasite.

I have submitted, I am his host.

A few minutes, a few bullets,

A few hours I spent angry at the world.

And I am forever changed.

A man I never met, I never saw,

I never heard speak

Took control of my mind

As I drank myself to sleep.

I wonder what his name was.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We learn things the hard way Samantha.
"He is my greatest teacher,
My worst nightmare.
His legacy is a parasite.
I have submitted, I am his host"
The above lines. Solid and powerful. You left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

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Wow so did this really happen to you? I mean if so I can see why you feel all you did or do I hope its did and you found a way to cope with all.

[samanthaashley_]

Sorry, I don't really log on anymore... but yes, it did. Things are going much better now. :)

[Re-Pete]

hmm, a case of live, thrive and survive. eye opening and deeply felt ...

"Even trees do not die without a groan." - Thoreau

[The Twin Arenas]

"He is my greatest teacher"
An interesting thought. That's an amazingly constructive way to feel.

[andrew mitchell]

yes hopefully things will change.a traumatic experience!

[wordman]

sad,i guess it happens all the time