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I sense and remember everything


I opened my eyes

I see the night sky 

I feel the grass

The headache begins to pass

I feel the spin of the earth

I remember everything before and after my birth

I remember always listening to my mothers heart beat

I remember my mom always trying to make ends meet.

I stand

Wondering where I am.

I hear cars driving

And babies crying

I don’t see them

So how can I hear them?

Some one tell me

How can this be?

What even happened to me

I am hearing voices and wishing to flee

I see a bright light

Coming down to me at night

Her voice is angelic

She told me it isn’t a dream or a trick

She told me I was given a gift 

This pain is a gift?

She told me I was meant to help people

I agree I will help people.

-Luvena Taylor

 
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