Rumble, Rumble

Soldiers surround a battered building
Weapons to the wall, lest it does fall
Rumble Rumble, shakes the men
Rumble Rumble, again and again
Vibrating their bones, constricting their veins 
Relentless Rumble, cracks the wall
The men hold strong, one for all
Rumble Rumble crashes through
Weapons clash, blood is spilled,
Bones are crushed.
Yet,
I am healed.

This poem is about: 
Me

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