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.