By: Kara Emily Krantz
i almost died the other day.(Kara Emily Krantz is a 22-year-old poet from Massachusetts. She is currently pursuing her Masters degree in counseling psychology, and wishes to infuse the field with more humanity through her words. Her inspirations are often very transient and personal, but she has long-adored Pablo Neruda, e.e. cummings, Emily Dickinson, and the silky secrets of romance. Her favorite novel is "The Spell of the Sensuous" by David Abram. She has written a handful of self-published poetry books, and a collection of some of her work can be found at www.writerscafe.org/profile.php?id=197)
as i sat at my desk
i almost died.
my inner anguish choked me
as i thought of all the nights
without someone to hold
and the incessant pointlessness
of so many of the things we do.
i almost died
with the thought of having to live
the rest of my life.
i gazed at that closed door
and vaguely wondered
where the damn window of happiness was
then i looked towards the wall
and saw plastered concrete eggshell
covered with a single piece of art:
"I get up. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing."
i recall the falls
but for the life of me
couldn't remember the last time
i had truly danced
and with that thought
i almost died.
and as the squealing sound of tires
screeched from outside the building
i stared at that near-empty, windowless wall
and wondered who would die today
and when that crash
i waited for metal to meet metal
and for the morbid opportunity
to walk outside
and see the scene.
the wait was so long
i considered dying
to pass the time.
the tire squeals kept sounding
and the acceleration kept increasing
and i vaguely wondered
what the hell is going on...
then came the crash
and i thought 'yup, there it is'
as concrete blocks exploded
and bricks were thrown.
plaster dust covered the room
and the sound of my screams
i was anticipating the crash
yet not expecting the crash
to be me.
and amid all those thoughts of dying
i thanked god
i was alive.
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