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Oct 2012
I had that dream again
where I die in the tunnel
I am driving even though I don’t drive,
the car varies,
the bigger the fight
the larger the car:
My Mom, my best friend,
my Dad
the country side is blank
like a postcard I bought in Chicago when I was 5
in the tunnel I’m all alone,
like those nights my Mom had to work late
those nights when I feared she wouldn’t be back
I start to panic, and my palms start to sweat
I get so close to the end,
then a loud CRACK,
releases the water from its cage
I run and try to escape
with every step I am pushed back 5
I start to swim, and I still get nowhere
I beg, in my head, for someone to help me
yet no one is there
the water rises to the top
I take my last gasp of air
I plunge into the dark limitless water
close my eyes and pray
even thought I haven't prayed for years
I feel guilty, I abandoned my faith
now I will die and I am a sinner
I ask for life, but beg for forgiveness
then I see Him
the dark man looking at me
I’m not scared just curious
we lock eyes
He smiles
I feel safe
He is dressed in cultured dress
and His hair is cut short
His face like a road map,
aged like wine
His eyes tell you more
then a greek storyteller
no judgement
no fear just love
in His great big brown eyes
the grandpa I never knew
smiled at me
I felt safe an opened my mouth
water rushed desperate to be a part of me
I wake up
my lungs ache
my arms and legs are sore
and I can’t take my eyes off my ceiling
looking for cracks and drops of water
Emily Helen Culver
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