The Day Thought I was Dead

I run my fingers
over the scar hidden beneath my hairline.
A slight pucker
A reminder of dangers kiss

I still remember the day I thought I was dead.
I was swinging higher and higher
on the big girl swing.

My legs pumping furiously
I swear if I'd gone just a little higher
my toes could have touched heaven.

I let go
Just for a moment.
I was trying to grab the cotton candy clouds.

In that moment I was a bird
I was flying

Then BAM

My reality hit
hard as the cement where my head bounced
and my neck snapped back

I felt the pain
an unbearable heat rolling through my body.
And before the darkness
tears came

Big girls weren't supposed to cry,
but maybe just this once it would be okay
because I could hear your voice and you were crying too.

I didn't know until much later, that the coppery smell in the air, the one that smelled like wet pennies was my blood.

Since that day I've always wanted to fly
but I could never let go.

See I still remember the day thought I was dead
All I wanted to do was touch the sky.