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november 23, 2007
by Nanette Bellmancar crash in my ears.
i can't get the metal contorting out of my brain.
because with every pass
and dark stain between the lines
i wonder where, i wonder when
control will be lost and we'll meet head on
and not with our arms extended to shake hands.
i fear the riveting scratch noises that come.
i loathe the smell that will follow.
i'm figuring out just how i will get out of this
and to whom my call will be too.
i can already feel my heart pace and pump
and the adrenaline is already staking claim on my veins.
too fast.
wrong place wrong time.
no matter the rhyme or reason.
i'm ready to be reliving...again.
01/03/2010 Author's Note: my accident has forever impair my ability to drive in the snow. guess i need to move out of ohio.
Posted on 01/04/2010
Copyright © 2025 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 01/04/10 at 02:12 PM Though the incident itself is quite tragic, your poem is beautiful. You capture the fear so wonderfully, and though this may just be a personal step toward healing, the poem itself is amazing. Wonderful write, and I hope you can make bountiful steps toward recovery. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/05/10 at 12:27 AM Yes, this is a beautiful poem about it.
I thought you'd posted a picture of it, and went looking in your journal for it. Just as well, I couldn't find the entry. It takes a time and continued feelings of safety to pull through such trauma as you went through. You're strong. Just writing about it is a strength. Good on you. ;) |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/06/10 at 05:51 PM Huh... I know that feeling. Still, I have an inkling that you'd miss the winter if you moved down south. This is wonderful; I could taste the anxiety. |
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