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The day my mind folded over the highway. 
in sunny Florida citrus surrounded me 
the breeze was just right as oranges danced. 
with lemons scents the sun dazed my sight 
as the ground rose up to greet the vehicle 
panic arose first responders pronounced me.
 
Doa, I thought this was a rapid heart rate. 
not knowing it meant I was nonresponsive. 
gravely I opened my eyes 30 minutes later. 
to a pinkish beige sticky substance splattered 
across the dashboard and window vainly 
I began fixing my face realizing this fleshy.
 
sticky glue came from underneath my eye. 
in which my eye was hanging by now desperate? 
so happy to be alive I was flighted out while. 
I was being mended by Jesus finally slipped. 
into a coma to wakened on the third day unable 
to tie my shoe because I was three years old again.
 
I could only recognize. primary colors like red, 
blue green, yellow, purple hurt my brain. 
I no longer could hold a fork hitting my cheek with 
the fork every time tried to eat; I cried when I should. 
be laughing I also laughed when I should be crying. 
my young children became my parents teaching.
 
me to tie my shoes holding my hand across the street. 
I wasn't fond of this new brain injured girl I'd become. 
who was she? what did she want looking back at me? 
in the mirror searching for herself searching for me 
the lady I was right before the impact my hands. 
are sweating panic attacks created a sense of loss. 

doctors' insurance companies arrived sign here dear.
here and initial here my mind hurt I forgot how to pee. 
traumatic headaches aroused my temporal lobe. 
a sinking feeling allowed me to feel pain severe pain. 
my balance was way off I stood with a lean vertigo. 
as if I was always standing on a ledge or a cliff.
 
when I was standing right at my front door. 
lifelong therapy medication writing continuously. 
to keep. my brain working in use dreading dementia. 
or possibly Alzheimer lot's wires connected to my head. 
I'm shaking full of fret my life has so much meaning.
every day with traumatic brain injury a beautiful find 
is indeed the first day of the injury a coping mind?
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