Blind-Sided

When everything I know
is taken away from me,
should I be thankful?


When I am blind-sided
by a punch to the gut,
how should I react?


When you respond with
not an ounce of concern,
where should my loyalty lie?


The one most cursed
is the one left behind
to pick up the mess.


And here I am standing
amid the rubble trying
not to fall apart myself.

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