Orlando Shooting Survivor: The Guilt of Being Alive is Heavy

Patience Carter Poem:

“The guilt of feeling lucky to be alive is heavy. It’s like the weight of the ocean’s walls crushing uncontrolled by levies. It’s like being drug through the grass with a shattered leg and thrown on the back of a Chevy. It’s like being rushed to the hospital and being told you’re gonna make it when you’re laid beside individuals whose lives were brutally taken. The guilt of being alive is heavy.