An Unforgettable Morning
An Unforgettable Morning
I stepped out of my boyfriend’s car,
and was hit, again and again
until half of me got pinned,
between the car
and the edge of the frame, of the door.
I was being crushed
and the pain in my right leg
made me scream, “Help me, God!”
Next, I saw a blurred white man
in my face say,
“I am going to give you oxygen
before I remove it.”
Then, I had short shallow breaths
like breathing after drowning,
and the pain pushed like air through me
for the first time, inside of me,
in such a rush, the sea in a cave, in a storm
exploding against, stone walls.
Later I had to think
of how to move without shaking,
like a new recovering drunk,
or a person with a gun to their back,
and without holding onto my boyfriend
a cane, or a strong railing,
then I had to work harder, like this.
Later I thought about the elderly women
who stared at me and said,
“I use to look like that.”
Now they just look past me
like I am one of them.
Later I had a mixer of medicines
rushing inside of me, so strong
like the first wave of the sea,
making it difficult to speak, straight
like my mother, when she disciplined me, again.
Then, I learned,
the strength of the spirit can be tested
in any season of your life,
like the mind, body, home, or a relationship,
with a strong persistent force,
when you are not thinking about it.
I learned then,
you must be ready to move on.
Copyright © Victoria Hunter | Year Posted 2020
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