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I crossed over this caring bridge the sun shined 
so bright I hardly noticed the humvee at the light 
signaling green to go and what do you know bam 
in the blink of thee eye glass went everywhere 
my head slam into a wall of steel I felt my brain 
being tossed around bouncing inside my skull 
finally slamming to the back of my head my neck 
jerked side ways forward then back again the sudden

smell of citrus aroused my senses under the orange mauve 
skies on this clear crisp day I couldn't believe my eyes 
stay focused stay with us an yet this caring bridge  
came right into the view leading to the greenery of hills
just beneath the warm clouds a blanket of comfort 
the impact had ended and now this ticking I heard 
a voice say just cover your eye baby I in disbelief 
an yet I obeyed this voice placing my hand over 

my eye sitting in this vehicle in the desert hand still 
over my right eye my legs were very cold even though 
the sun was unusually bright today I didn't question 
this voice I thought this voice has to be God expressing 
sheer compassion for me on the last day I thought 
I began to count the ticking backwards from thirty to one 
when a blast headed straight for my face made contact 
am I alive this blast so intense leaving me breathless dazed 

as I awakened removing my hand from my eye I noticed 
this pinkish beige clay substance all over the wind shield 
and dash smoke was coming from the engine I looked 
in the mirror to see if I was alive is this real my eye ball
completely fell I could see this substance had come from 
underneath my eye honestly I felt so guilty and so vain 
thinking solely of my beauty on the last day of my life 
I began fixing my face like a forensic dummy putting
 
this puddy back under my eye piecing my face back 
together in shock I passed out again stay with me 
I'm not going to let you die I screamed why not can't 
you see heaven there in my view medic says no but 
I care for you I'm not going to let you die harps were 
sounding playing this beautiful hymn amazing visions 
of my loved ones began to come into view trying 
to get closer to welcome me welcoming me to this 

beautiful warmth I heard my grand mother yell it's not 
her time King suddenly I felt no more pain I felt new 
restored I wasn't afraid I felt this sincere warmth 
of healing and comfort prayers from this heavenly 
gathering suddenly I saw myself in a fetal position 
deceased all vanity escaped my mind as i questioned 
God am I dead a voice said yes dear child you are 
how can this be you promised if I believed I would die 

and live a voice answered do you believe I answered yes 
I believe he said than you shall live i questioned God again 
how God I can't go back in her she's dead God she broken 
looking down at myself in this fetal position wondering how 
god can fix me back this gentle light comforted me as my 
soiled flesh broken spirit was being mended by this wonderful bright image on this warm brisk October day on this glorious 
wondrous caring bridge of sheer compassion and Joy

For My Beautiful Bruise Broken Brain
October 7th 2003.
Traumatic Brain Injury Survivor
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