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Dec 2019
Suddenly my breath is coming fast and shallow.
My mind is racing, "There's not enough room! We need more room!"
My fists are clenched so hard my knuckles are white.
My heart is pounding.
The bright red lights keep flashing in front of me.
They are all I see.
I close my eyes so I don't have to see those horrible red lights.
The inertia throws me forward
then gravity pushes me back again.
I can still see the red even with my eyes closed.
My thoughts keep cycling "please God, let it end, let me be safe, protect me one more time."
I need a distraction, but there is none.
Then I feel the car slow and pull into the driveway.
We made it home safely from the grocery store one more time.
Is this the way it will always be for me now?
Are my times of feeling safe gone forever?
Michelle Berta
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