When the Fan Falls
The steady metallic hum stops,
while working with focus,
After a second of silence,
then the world shifts.
Metallic fan rained down,
On my safe space of the working table,
Fear grips my chest, thinking about
Had it fallen when I was right below?
Papers fly, My laptop, my soul was touched,
My focus on work was scattered.
Helpless, I watch shockingly.
The crash shakes my bones,
echoes in my skull.
I can't move. Quiet follows,
heavy and thick.
My breath caught.
People rush in,
voices blur together.
I'm alone in the chaos.
Staring at the fallen ceiling fan,
I feel small and fragile.
Life feels short.
My hands shake,
tears threaten.
I'm alive but changed.
Each breath is a gift.
My heart races with gratitude,
and lingering fear.
I look at the mess of the accumulated black dust,
The fan had shed on my office table,
Oh! at my second chance.
Words will come,
but now, I feel.
Copyright © Dr. Padmashree R P | Year Posted 2024
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