Driving behind a huge smelly diesel truck <br />Traffic came to a stand still…now I’m stuck <br />Gates at a train crossing are in lock down <br />Blocking my route until I decided to go around <br /> <br />It was a dangerous choice, but I took a chance <br />Looking with a glance down the tracks I advanced <br />No time to think twice, as I weave within… <br />I hear a roar before being propelled into a spin <br /> <br />Into unconscious darkness my haste was detained <br />A shaft of light cleared my sight to the unexplained <br />I saw faces of departed family members and friends <br />I thought…this is where my life on earth ends <br /> <br />As I opened my eyes doctors and nurses gazed down <br />In a swirl of disorientation I began to slowly drown <br />Again images came into focus and voices revealed <br />I made it through the surgery…now it was time to heal <br /> <br />2/12/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-over-4/
