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I know what a crash dummy feels While pouring down rain was humming Bracing myself with nerves of steel Eyes wide won’t stop trouble coming Driving cautiously in the storm So many cars speeding on past I’m thinking easy, slow, steady Not fight or flight before a crash I know how a crash dummy copes Eyes wide open with teeth revealed Safety first face forward bravely Ever expecting he will yield Disbelief that it’s barreling Faster and faster, I lean in vain No place to go but the shoulder That whizzing missile blurs in the rain I saw it coming without the squeals Pathfinder’s barrel fully loaded No skidding tires or screeching wheels Slow motion shards of glass imploded My little red car lurches forward In a bang she begins to swerve That SUV slammed into me Before dropping back at the curve I feel what a crash dummy feels Releasing the damage inside To let go the past and its sorrows Straight ahead, there’s nowhere to hide
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
I know what a crash dummy feels
I know what a crash dummy feels While pouring down rain was humming Bracing myself with nerves of steel Eyes wide won’t stop trouble coming Driving cautiously in the storm So many cars speeding on past I’m thinking easy, slow, steady Not fight or flight before a crash I know how a crash dummy copes Eyes wide open with teeth revealed Safety first face forward bravely Ever expecting he will yield Disbelief that it’s barreling Faster and faster, I lean in vain No place to go but the shoulder That whizzing missile blurs in the rain I saw it coming without the squeals Pathfinder’s barrel fully loaded No skidding tires or screeching wheels Slow motion shards of glass imploded My little red car lurches forward In a bang she begins to swerve That SUV slammed into me Before dropping back at the curve I feel what a crash dummy feels Releasing the damage inside To let go the past and its sorrows Straight ahead, there’s nowhere to hide
Even though my car was totaled, hit from behind by a rented Pathfinder driven by 2 French guys rushing to make their flight, I am appreciative to be ok physically-though jumpy about driving ever since-especially in the rain. Felt there was a poem in there somewhere, but kept thinking of crash dummies. I appreciate how so many suffer from PTSD from way worse life experiences than this!
terry-jordan
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
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