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The Caring Bridge
I crossed over this caring bridge the sun shined
so bright I hardly noticed the humvee at the light
signaling green to go and what do you know bam
in the blink of thee eye glass went everywhere
my head slam into a wall of steel I felt my brain
being tossed around bouncing inside my skull
finally slamming to the back of my head my neck
jerked side ways forward then back again the sudden
smell of citrus aroused my senses under the orange mauve
skies on this clear crisp day I couldn't believe my eyes
stay focused stay with us an yet this caring bridge
came right into the view leading to the greenery of hills
just beneath the warm clouds a blanket of comfort
the impact had ended and now this ticking I heard
a voice say just cover your eye baby I in disbelief
an yet I obeyed this voice placing my hand over
my eye sitting in this vehicle in the desert hand still
over my right eye my legs were very cold even though
the sun was unusually bright today I didn't question
this voice I thought this voice has to be God expressing
sheer compassion for me on the last day I thought
I began to count the ticking backwards from thirty to one
when a blast headed straight for my face made contact
am I alive this blast so intense leaving me breathless dazed
as I awakened removing my hand from my eye I noticed
this pinkish beige clay substance all over the wind shield
and dash smoke was coming from the engine I looked
in the mirror to see if I was alive is this real my eye ball
completely fell I could see this substance had come from
underneath my eye honestly I felt so guilty and so vain
thinking solely of my beauty on the last day of my life
I began fixing my face like a forensic dummy putting
this puddy back under my eye piecing my face back
together in shock I passed out again stay with me
I'm not going to let you die I screamed why not can't
you see heaven there in my view medic says no but
I care for you I'm not going to let you die harps were
sounding playing this beautiful hymn amazing visions
of my loved ones began to come into view trying
to get closer to welcome me welcoming me to this
beautiful warmth I heard my grand mother yell it's not
her time King suddenly I felt no more pain I felt new
restored I wasn't afraid I felt this sincere warmth
of healing and comfort prayers from this heavenly
gathering suddenly I saw myself in a fetal position
deceased all vanity escaped my mind as i questioned
God am I dead a voice said yes dear child you are
how can this be you promised if I believed I would die
and live a voice answered do you believe I answered yes
I believe he said than you shall live i questioned God again
how God I can't go back in her she's dead God she broken
looking down at myself in this fetal position wondering how
god can fix me back this gentle light comforted me as my
soiled flesh broken spirit was being mended by this wonderful bright image on this warm brisk October day on this glorious
wondrous caring bridge of sheer compassion and Joy
For My Beautiful Bruise Broken Brain
October 7th 2003.
Traumatic Brain Injury Survivor
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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