The air is dense and heavy as you slowly sink into the darkness. The path had given way silently; there was nothing for you to grasp, nothing to save you.
Finally. Freedom.
Weightless, painless, a smile curves at your lips. Why had you ever been afraid?
A drumbeat dancing you through time. Crashing through dimensions, the sound of rolling thunder. A million heartbeats whirling around you, pulling you closer.
Shrieking. Demons? The gods.
Suddenly–rushing thudding paralyzing–your bones, your flesh. Wet blue eyes staring through your soul. Dance with me, beautiful. Dance me to the edge of oblivion.
“Clear!”
I didn’t have quite that same experience when I “died” during my stroke; however, I do remember thinking that there was no reason to worry. I was pretty darn calm.
Thanks for stopping by.
Scott
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Hi Scott,
Thank you! I don’t know where this one came from. I had plans for something quite different, but this is what wanted to be written. Eventually, I stopped struggling and went with it.
Thanks for sharing your experience. Have you written about it?
Sincerely,
Danica
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Interesting to put oneself into the place of one going through cardiac arrest…was your heart in need of emotional defibrillation?
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How very perceptive…possibly….
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i respect the creative metaphor and the way you held that together and its tightness and poetic depth and a beauty in a emotional manner.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind words. Thank you also for following. I’m enjoying your blog and looking forward to reading more from you.
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