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The Tragedy

It happened years ago when I was driving from Montreal,
      it had started snowing pretty gentle snowflakes;
but once I got on the highway the snow was coming down,
           it was heavy and visiblility was impossible now.

There were a lot of big transport trucks on the highway,
      they were passing cars very fast fanning snow;
I was a hill and could not see the top behind was a truck,
            when I got to the top the cars were stopped. 

I kept looking in my rear mirror at those truck lights so close,
      every vehicle on the hill was not moving anymore;
then, the huge truck crashed right into the back of my car,
           I recall looking down as my car sailed up above. 

It was like slow motion with no noise as I watched the horror,
      my life did not flash in my mind but I was scared;
I truly thought my life was over then my car crashed down,
           it was sliding down the road until it stopped.

The police opened the door and helped me out and I was fine,
      my car however was split in half behind my seat;
I remember the officer saying it was not your day to die miss, 
           heard that sadly many people had died in the crash.
 

The Vision

I had to take a bus home in the snowstorm so had time to think,
      had my God spared me death for some reason;
it that why I did not see my life flash in my mind as the car sailed,
            did I have a future purpose to fulfill in this life.

For days and days I was haunted with questions of the reason why,
      I now realize how precious each day of life is;
as we never know when our time will end, in a second it can be gone,
          so, I promised myself to live in the moment always.

Time passed and I felt the need to write poetry in the night and day,
      I could not write enough and it become a thirst;
soon, I began to believe this was my purpose in life to write poetry,
           poetry of my life so that I can inspire and help.

And so I do, share my life in words, the good and the sad things,
      yes, all the deaths, all the problems, all the sadness;
some tell me my poems have helped them realize they are not alone,
           I believe it is my purpose to share with others in pain.

If that is my purpose in poetry I gladly take up my pen and write,
      if I can help a single person God will be proud of me;
so, I write of my life, all the suffering and all the pain and deaths,
            and I share my anguish, grief and my emotions.
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