That Night

I disappearred that night

leaving my broken body on the floor,

journeying to a different,

protected place

while split bones were

subdued with a plate.

In a bubble of darkness

filling the space

I floated in that fluid

and was erased.

Those six days and nights

in a womb of sightless space

the pain kept me unconscious

until I awoke to searing pain

of time and place.

A wildfire spreading

throughout my pores

until pain was breath

and I was no more.

What happens when you will

is stripped from you,

what happens to your heart?

Strangers dictating my fate

as I lay powerless

on a cart.

I fell into a pool of tremors,

involuntary agitation.

As shadows fell,

I also fell,

and fell and fell,

never well again.

No longer able

to speak or write or drive,

my life was minimized.

I accept the actual,

not what is told to me.

In rehabs, hospital hallways,

I review what has occurred

and promise

to re-find me.