Sunday, July 31, 2016

Poem #43 Right Through The Window

Don't have a seat belt on
They hit us!
It was a big one
I flew right into the front glass
And broke it with my head
Bleeding badly
Blood flowing down my face
From the scratches
As my face went through the window
I heard the little pieces of glass say the
World is a blessing
Face down I reached the floor
My life flashed before my eyes in white flashes
I was brave than ever
I stepped on one knee
My bones were gone
But I still got up and looked forward toward the world

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