Poetic Asides Fictionalized True Event

I’m Still Here

 

I loved the feeling of flying

down twisty-turny tree-lined roads,

soaring fifty in town, 110 highway.

I trusted my boyfriend's driving completely, 

until one day the trees entwined

with sky and road as we

tumbled and tossed

and then thunk. 

And I saw cheery light,

heard celebratory music,

smelled something sweeter than lilacs

and heard a voice I recognized. 

THE Voice

He said I needed to go back to raise my family.

“I don’t have a family,” I said.

“You will.”

“I want to stay.”

“You have to go back,

for now,

but you will return.” 

And then, oh well,  I was back,

a marvel to the doctors and nurses.

I raised my family.

And I’m still here.