Jan 12
At Le Village, Montana A growling noise made the windows shatter. The floor shakes Was this a joke? Sprung up and fell down to the floor Watching the floor I’ve fallen on tilt and collapse. I knew this was real. I try to run and escape But am paralyzed by the fear of falling through the gaping floor Thinking this was the end of my life, the end of mankind. Thinking this was the apocalypse. Clawing my hands on the floor to save my life. When its over, I try to call my parents. NO RESPONSE. Then shimmied my way under and over ruble. Thoughts unwillingly invaded my head. Could I be an only child? Could I be an orphan? Fear and anxiety and panic infested my mind. Walked home to find my parents walking in the opposite direction looking for me. Dad yelling VERO!!!!!! Ran into his arms crying Got weak in the knees from emotions. First time I saw my father weep. Hearing my mother yell! Benisoi l’eternel. Tears running down her face. Caro running to be with open arms, tears in her eyes. Her not letting me go. Holding on to me with her dear life. Finally safe. But the uncertainty about my other family still within. 48 hours straight with no sleep, Hardly any food. Emotions uncontrollable. Still this uncertainty remains. Camping outside. Still this fear resides. The countless aftershocks The fear, the dread, the apprehension, the trauma. Still today it follows me. Loud noises cause my heart to race, my body to tremble. Nightmares invade my sleep. The trauma. The thought of my possible death invades my mind. But the gratitude of being spared this misery screams louder. God bless the souls that have passed.