A Short Interlude

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.

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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.

I’m scared.

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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.

I thought,
“Fuck You!”
“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.

In 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.