O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Does it? 

Is our pride in a land of freedom and bravery? 

There, on the shelf in my attic, hugged by the pictures and drawings my sister had created, these two shoes sit surrounded yet alone.

the year,

just days i crossed off on the calender,

time elapsed too fast for my slow pace,

i sprint to catch up, 

yet i am left behind,

crying,

screaming,

is anyone still here with me?