''Not My Time''

I was driving from Montreal to Ottawa and the snow had just started. But, it was nothing to worry about. However, an hour out the snow was falling quite heavy and a wind was blowing. Around a curve the traffic had stopped so, of course I had to stop too. I was adjusting the radio when I looked in my mirror and saw transport truck lights coming toward me at a very high speed. I thought it was going to slow down and stop. But, it did not and kept coming. My car was hit and I was flying over the cars. I looked down and thought how is this possible! Life did not flash in front of me but, I was sure I would die. My car came crashing down on the medium in the middle of the highway and I heard a loud crunching sound. Then, I was spinning and spinning. When the car stopped it was facing oncoming traffic. The police were there and opened my door, helping me out. I looked at my car and there was nothing left from behind the front seat. The car was split in two. The policeman said to me, "It was not your time, Miss." Within minutes of walking away, my car was hit by oncoming traffic. That's when I cried and started shaking. There is no way I should have survived that accident. So, I am convinced that there was divine intervention at work. God, was not ready to have me. The next day my whole body ached even my hair. I was bruised but there was nothing broken. People died that day but I was not one of them for some reason beyond my understanding . . . the snow thick and wet fierce wind roaring like a train . . . cars lay in pieces __________________ December 17, 2021 Poetry/Haibun/''Not My Time'' Copyright Protected, ID 12-1413-549-17 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, Divine Intervention sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 1/4/2022 First Place