i rode hard to embrace the certain death ,
i was weak, but the weakness didn’t affect me.
i was bludgeoned by those words, dealing more damage to me than a thosand blows would do.
my legs were turning buttery,
i was gaining strength from the rage within me,
the frustration was making me strong.
the thought of it all,
fueled the seething anger in me.
every time i came face to face with a car or truck,
the instinct to save myself,kept kicking in
but, my enraged mind was stopping the gears of consciousness from clicking together.
a blinding flash,
a deafening boom,
it woke me up from the dreamy trance,
i felt searing pain all over me.
yet i got saved from the disaster.
WHY WHY WHY?
for being normal,
for being with everyone,
for being loved,
and to make a decision,….
to never again think about one thing,
which everyone would call,