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Looking Out


Laughing, talking Friends, exploring. Next thing you know You're facing a head on Disastrous situation That not only can you not control But you have mere seconds to react Some people remember As it flashes before their eyes Like a bad roller-coaster ride. Others black out Until the flash of the moment gone And all they remember is the danger Then there's those that don't remember Remember the day the time What was going on And what's still happening. I was fortunate enough to black out what happened But remember the situation. Somehow when I open my eyes I wasnt where I started. I think I buckled. But landing in the backseat. I guess it could've been worse. Everyone seemed okay As we climbed out of the wreck I heard crying And before I knew it I had tears too. I grabbed my phone Called my sister The moment my mouth opened I finally tasted the metallic taste I hung up the phone It was too much She called again and I handed it away To someone else who Had their eyes open the whole time All I heard were murmers. I got hot chocolate from a store nearby. I finally came back to my senses When my sister showed up And she gave me a hug I could feel the tears coming But didn't want the rest of them to see So I held them in Until we drove off I had to tell many people About what happened All I could tell was what I was told And the pictures I had taken After the wreck was done. The first time was hard I could still feel my body shaking. But each time it got easier. As the bruises appeared And slowly faded It was just another day And I'm glad to still be here.
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Kinley Baker

I am really into Poetry and I love to write. I am currently going to Central Michigan University to become an Educator with a Major in English and a Minor in Biology and American Sign Language. I hope to someday be a published author and to be able to spread my passion for writing and creativity to others. :3

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