In the backseat of the car,
I'm striving the time I wait.
Trying to count every star,
I don't care if I'm late.
Knowing that we're far,
we're oblivious of our fate.

Every laugh and every sound
echoes in my attentive ears.
Not knowing that I found
the starter of my tears.
The brakes' collision with the ground
wakes up my sleeping fear.

A sound of crashing thunder
holds me off guard under
the tumbling shock.
As hard as a rock,
it hits me unconditionally.
Trauma serves me additionally.

A mix of diverse feelings
swirls in my twisted mind.
From floors to ceilings,
the concussion is one of a kind.
Behind the peelings
is a heart that's blind
about the truth, it'll find.

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A/N: This poem is a reflection on my accident this week. If you're following me, you might have already read about it in my recent announcements. Thank you all for being there for me even when I wasn't replying❤️.