I have had only two dreams that I woke from with a pounding/racing heart. I didn't enjoy it all, like it took quite a while for the stress to leave the system.
Damn, I wish that I could remember my dreams vividly. On a serious note, this is a deep and somewhat a relatable post. Not exactly a near-death experience—but many people feel it in their bones that they’re meant more for something more and meaningful in life. I hope you keep at it and find your purpose!
I haven't had a near-death experience but I would also have that sinking feeling of ...why was I spared? Why am I still around? I'm starting to get into poetry so thanks for sharing ☺️
Mary, the power of this piece is that the question does not arrive after the storm; it seems to wake you from inside it. The static in your hair, the rain, the tree, the thunderclap, the stopped heart, and the will to restart all make survival feel less like an answer than a summons. I appreciate that you do not rush to explain the purpose you sense, because the honesty of the piece is in being alive before knowing what being alive is asking of you. Grateful for the stark clarity with which you held that question open.
That moment between everything stopping and everything returning… it feels like the world asks the question before the mind can answer it. And maybe it never really stops asking.
That moment between the flash and the return… it feels like everything stops and something else looks back at you. I don’t think the question ever really ends.
Just so it's clear, this was a dream. I didn't get hit by lightning irl. But the feelings when I woke up were real and powerful.
I have had only two dreams that I woke from with a pounding/racing heart. I didn't enjoy it all, like it took quite a while for the stress to leave the system.
Damn, I wish that I could remember my dreams vividly. On a serious note, this is a deep and somewhat a relatable post. Not exactly a near-death experience—but many people feel it in their bones that they’re meant more for something more and meaningful in life. I hope you keep at it and find your purpose!
What a powerful and beautifully raw piece, Mary.
I haven't had a near-death experience but I would also have that sinking feeling of ...why was I spared? Why am I still around? I'm starting to get into poetry so thanks for sharing ☺️
Mary, the power of this piece is that the question does not arrive after the storm; it seems to wake you from inside it. The static in your hair, the rain, the tree, the thunderclap, the stopped heart, and the will to restart all make survival feel less like an answer than a summons. I appreciate that you do not rush to explain the purpose you sense, because the honesty of the piece is in being alive before knowing what being alive is asking of you. Grateful for the stark clarity with which you held that question open.
That moment between everything stopping and everything returning… it feels like the world asks the question before the mind can answer it. And maybe it never really stops asking.
That moment between the flash and the return… it feels like everything stops and something else looks back at you. I don’t think the question ever really ends.
No end to your talent Mary , loving your work 🤗🌹