In 1996 when the IRA blew up the Arndale
I was barely able to leave my house 
After getting mugged the night before
Which left me with a major limp
For the next 18 months or so 
And forced me to ring around friends
That I knew would normally be there
Praying they would be at home. 

In 2007 I got led out of my works
Viva an underground tunnel 
I hadn’t known about previously
After it was deemed unsafe outside
To walk around the corner as normal
When a hurricane dragged a bollard
Through the Chief Exectuive’s car
And other cars onto the next street. 

In 2010 I ended up leading three women
I worked alongside at the Co-operative 
To Manchester Piccadilly Train Station
Like James Bond mixed with the Pier Piper
Avoiding all of the bars laced with drunk fans
Just before Ranger’s Europa Cup final 
At Manchester City’s Ethiad Stadium
Just before it exploded into chaos. 

In 2011, I was getting drove back home
By a kindly Ambulance Crew
Hours after getting registered with Diabetes
When we drove into a gang of youths
And barely reversed out alive 
Looting a shop I used to go in for
A sandwich nearly every morning
On the way into my work. 

In 2017, I walked past
Manchester Victoria Train Station
About a half a hour before
A terrorist took the lives off
22 people including children
And left me barely able
To sleep for two days afterwards
Laid in complete shock.

Each tragedy or event 
Staining emotions 
No matter how close
I was to the action 

Cherry-picking memories
Into frozen images 
Across feelings 
Stuck in time 

Reprinting each day
Over and over 
Into a compressed version
Of Groundhog Day

Shooting grief from my heart
No matter how close to the front I was 
Or whispered in braille rain 
Tapping in shadow like tears 

Brining my eyes 
Pushing my grief aside
And carrying on
Like so so many others.