2 days and 8 years ago

I woke up brushed my teeth got my daughter ready for school
The morning was beautiful and cool

I felt good, just another day to get through
And then it was 9:18 as I watched the news and life as I knew it was...

Let's say forever FOREVER different, in ways I only have just discovered
I was aware in a way that has never left me

I married a Marine 4 years and 3 tours later
The knowledge I have now I do not wish on my worst enemy

The world can be a very ugly place and people can be uglier than I ever imagined
So I live... 2 days and 8 years later...

With a war baby, 4 tours, a husband with a Purple Heart, Alone...
And a new term (TO ME) called PTSD... A shattered life from all I once knew

I will never forget September
I will never forget the number 9
I will never forget the sweet thoughts

I once knew
2 days and 8 years ago.