With the loss of so many
It was hard to thrive
The hardest year ever
1995
Oh what a year full of tragedy
Death didnʻt come in oneʻs
Nor did it come in threeʻs
Necrotic tendencies
Engulfed the community
For what seemed like eternity
With the loss of so much
It was hard to survive
The hardest year ever
1995
The loss of my family
The loss of my friends
The loss of my education,
Lord when does this end?
The loss of my house
The loss of my home
The loss of anything I
Could ever call my own
With the loss of more loss
What was left to lose?
I wouldnʻt wish for anyone
To walk in those shoes
The hardest year ever
1995
Hard to survive
Impossible to thrive
But when new doors open
Others must close
Nobody can ever say
What the future will hold
Losing my life in essence was true
Just prior to losing the life that I new
Just one year prior to losing myself
I lost mt friends, my family and all of my wealth
When bullets go left and drama goes right
When everyoneʻs been snuffed but youʻre alright
When all has been lost and the damage is done
How can one call themselves the victorious one?
Lives were lost and children scarred
Not a survivor got by without getting marred
Most of the houses have been knocked down
If I went back today, wouldnʻt be my hometown
The past is gone, thereʻs no turning back
Just faded memories under PTSD attack
Thank God today is today and not 1995
The struggle is real but I think Iʻll survive.
Kahala Lei
copyright November 2018
