Thoughts

Book.

Glass rippled through the air –

Could I get clear?

Senses peeled in anxious awaiting,

Body fatigued but tingling,

Adrenalin running through the system,

Muscles flexed for the action to come-

Exhilarated at the chance of pure freedom.

Twitching eye lid…

The time drew closer-

In terror my mind hid,

But in blind fear,

My muscles pounced clear

And leapt onto the ledge…

Nothing for four seconds while I hung there,

And a million thoughts of survival instincts clung with care-

To preserve precious life.

Sweating now; my fingers loosing grip-

Physical strain to keep alive, don’t let me die!

Mind maliciously racing-

Trying to make sense of what is happening to it…

 

I look up from the page,

My heart slowing, feeling the damp on my skin,

And turn the page with a grin…

© HEATHER GRAY 1998