Thoughts of a Survivor
I haven't turned ninenteen yet,
and in this white-linen hospital bed...
that horrible scene of the car crash
keeps on flashing back and makes me sweat.
I could have died, but so grateful to be alive and out of danger,
breathing air despite the acute pain I endure,
my mom keeps watch and praying she awaits a miracle...
even doctors firmly believe that's not impossible.
Will I be able to walk pain-free and think clearly as before within a year?
That still remains to be seen, but I trust as mother
in the power of prayers...and believing in a God
who always keeps His promise by proclaiming Himself an awesome Lord.
The tremendous support I get from all makes me stronger in my fight.
and they bring me get-well cards and lots of flowers and teddy bears,
I stare at them and they comfort me when I look back and shed tears...
two weeks ago I felt invincible, now this tragedy has changed all that.
Will I ever forget what happened on that narrow, dim-lit street...
when I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep?
Ambulances and firetrucks wailed, but nothing I heard...
I could have died and not have been a witness to the story I've told!
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