First memories a poem

I left my body behind
It was too dangerous to stay
The scene downstairs white rage
Reality had untethered

My sister held me tight below
I could see us there
Down below
Scared and low

Genetic strands were the bomb wires
Our sobs the clinging onto life
My mother raising her voice in vein
The crashing thuds white rage

Red in the face calamitous
Where is the calm
Storm be gone
What is in us?

What binds us
Binds us
I didn’t want to go back
But I had to

There was traumatic scenes to revisit
Again and again
Forever and ever
Somewhere there was love

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