Stroke Exhibit

People pass me as I stare into space

unable to move my head —

let alone speak.

I wordlessly pray for God’s grace

and intervention

as more people pass.

Finally, in desperation, I succumb

to the blackness

enveloping my face…

And am startled from oblivion

by a friend who has

seen me sitting all alone

And come to rescue me.*


*This poem was inspired by actual events.


About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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