She is looking straight ahead.
I am looking at my phone.
Cars are rushing by us at illegal speeds.
The radio blared mainstream music.
I take a sip of my water and put the cup back.
I hear a ringing from her phone.
She takes her eyes of the road.
The second she answers the call, disaster strikes.
My world stops.
The impact is sudden and painful.
Inertia makes me fly forward.
My knee hits the dashboard.
She screams a crude word.
Water is everywhere, my cup bent.
I realize what happened.
The hyperventilation begins.
An ambulance comes rushing to us.
She says we are fine, but I’m not.
My knee is bruised and my heart even more so.
Cars rush by, not even noticing the crash.
My mom is making a call.
She is desperate for a ride.
My family is no where to be found.
We rely on her friend.
He picks us up in his car.
I hold on to the handle of the car.
I won't let go.
I can't let go.
Will I ever be able to let go?
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Comments2
Great write! I myself was involved in a similar crash so I can relate. I really love your ending.
Thanks! I've been having a lot of trouble moving on from it so I thought that would be the most fitting way to end it.
Your well written poem really drew me in. I felt as if I was in that car, and you know what? I wouldn't let go of that handle either! But eventually we must. Let go, I mean.
Thanks and I know you're right. The crash was a year ago and cars still make me anxious, but it's not nearly as bad.
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