Colliding Cars
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.