Well, this is me,
Just talking to you:
Not a poem, or lyrics.
This genuinely hurts me to talk about this;
But, it also heals me.
Something scared me last year;
Something most people haven’t been through.
Some will have.
This situation was unfathomable,
Until I decided to take The Chance….
To try and explain it.
* * * * *
I was hit by something last year,
That I wasn’t expecting.
I had a brush with death,
Or at least it felt like I did.
This is the first time I’ve told anyone.
I didn’t go to hospital;
Or my doctor.
I was at home, alone.
And I still haven’t been to see anyone about it.
* * * * *
When it happened,
I thought that this was it.
I was so petrified,
The only thing I could do
Was to sing to myself in my head.
Just start humming a tune,
Like I’ve always done when I’m scared.
“If I’m going now,
I will keep singing till I come back…”
Then the echoes from my melody deafened me.
All I heard were the most sublime harmonies,
Ricocheting back and forth within and around me.
I came back:
But, no time had passed at all.
Not a second.
Or a moment.
Did it happen?
I woke the same moment I passed.
Was it a dream;
Was it a message,
Or a sign?
Or was it just
A chemical imbalance
In my mind?
I will let you decide.