Your Soul KnowsA Poem by papaedWritten to my son after breaking 27 bones in a vehicle accident 5 months ago. He just started walking again.Oh my son, You work to relax, to play, to escape, to relieve stress, to pass the time. You believe it’s expected, natural, righteous. You’re rarely centered, balanced, content, relaxed, living the moment But your soul knows. You tell yourself, for money, for kids, for house, for future Years pass with ignored dreams lost sleep, worn body Each day much like the last. But your soul knows. That fateful moment late at night with eyes to home and hearth with body weary and craving rest plunging foot-first along a narrow well-lit path at speeds not meant for mortals. Your focus slid into the dark, let dreams intrude , and reality exude a tempting pillow, soft and warm. But your soul knew. Then the explosion, all consuming, without warning, horrid unearthly, in-human, lasting only a second, filled the dark for miles You awoke, cold and alone soaked with fear and blood bringing ugly painful reality to your essence and to my essence And our souls knew. One moment sitting tall on the well worn path, the next clutched by the metallic bone-banging hand of fate. One moment in control, the next controlled/contained in a hot steel cage pressed with pain. One moment intact, the next broken, your spirit knocked askew and begging, lonely, cold, at other’s mercy. But your soul knew. Living through the night with snatches of lucid. moments of memory grasped, of ambulance ceiling, of chopper rocking smooth. Then awaking in the room that was to be your home for a difficult few weeks eyes slit in a morphine whirl, lips begging for moisture, hip, leg, and feet in traction, pain always at the edge. Concerned family around you. And your soul knew. Goals became simple, but difficult. Recover from three surgeries, first pee, first colon function, first food, first back on internet, off pain-drip, then first out of bed. travel to rehab where others are worse then travel to home. The reality will fade, but the pins will remain. And your soul knows. Listen to your heart. Yield to your passions. Fulfill yourself. Be the good husband and father. You’ll be the good son. Watch for the door. Open it and step through. Your soul will know. © 2012 papaedFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on May 3, 2012 Last Updated on May 3, 2012 Tags: accident, recovery, spiritual connection, child AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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