Expectation of Death Feelings
Feelings toward expectation of death were overwhelmingly curious
knew I was going to die that day, my car was going way too fast
on gravel, approaching a T in the road; there was no escape
I yelled a thank you to God for a good life
Deserving death, not welcoming it, but resigned
BAM!
We had hit the embankment
I expected to see my body from somewhere above
Instead, I was still here
I reached for my purse wondering if I could still walk
Was I still alive?
It seemed impossible.
Confusion walked up and down my spine.
My next feeling was absolute disappointment.
Disappointment that I had not died?
Yes.
A feeling I never expected
But have never forgotten
An assurance that whatever is next must be super wonderful
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