Colliding Cars

Mon, 03/18/2019 - 19:25 -- Brisean

Smoke surrounded me as i lift my head and open my eyes

I was a deer in the headlights;

 

caught in the aftermath of what could’ve been the end of my life.

I prayed for the pain to leave my body

other times i prayed for it to be my soul

 

Glass shattered

blood dripped down my chin and stained my blue jacket.

My only memory was the color white, which I thought

could have been God calling to me,

and the burning sensation

in my arm that would be an everlasting fire

set within me

 

After this grimacing day i would have to start over.

After this grimacing day i feared a moving vehicle.

After this grimacing day i would never be the same

 

Every morning i’d ride past the site of the tragedy,

day

by

day

until it got easier to open my eyes to look at the site;

 

until I was ready to sit behind that wheel again.

and for once

have control again

over my life.

 

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