Scarlet Snow
A drive through the night,
with the patter of wet snow.
My light-hearted family
listening to an angelic tune.
glowing lights
sparkling from the city beside
and stars up above,
like gifts from the gods.
But the serene view
was erased in a moment.
A bright flash of light
The blare of a horn
The moments extended
like a video on slow.
IMPACT.
High ringing and fuzzy sounds,
White lights from the ceiling above
scratchy sheets, and a hospital gown.
I am alive.
This I know.
A moment of panic-
a gasp from my lungs.
I call out for someone
because I hate being alone.
I can’t move a limb.
because I hurt everywhere.
As a nurse rushes in
she grabs my hand.
And her sympathetic stare
is a truth I cannot accept.
And the news that follows
Is a sickening blow.
I am more alone
than I had ever known.
The pit in my stomach
will never go away.
My comfortable life
will never be the same.
My lonely ending
To a story past repair
was a heart-wrenching pain
that only God could share.
My family is dead
because of one man’s
ugly mistake.
A man without delay
Had drunk away his pain
and as an escape
had driven away.
And now he and I
were the one’s whom remained
As a constant reminder
of my pain and my rage.
The majority of a lifetime
holding it in,
living with one purpose-
hating that man.
That man died yesterday.
Despite my hesitation,
I atttended his funeral.
To my surprise
the seats of the old church
were very near empty.
A few neighbors
sat quietly in a back pew.
When I looked at his pale face
I was seeing him
for the very first time
as a man of many mistakes
instead of a villain
who killed my joy.
The shame across his lifeless face
was a shattered mirror
of my fear and loneliness.
And that day I saw him
through God’s merciful eyes
For he was also alone in the world.
Compassion replaced my anger,
Knowing we both lived lives of pain
And I learned that Love and Forgiveness
were entirely the same.
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