Worth It
I was in the left lane
Going about 75 mph
When an idea crept up in the ol brain
‘What if I wrote while driving?’
So I did
I grabbed my phone
And wrote this poem
Unfortunately
I didn’t get very far
Before the truck in front of me
Slammed on his brakes
I knew this might happen
But something about writing
While a potential fatal accident
Was inches away
It enticed me
Creativity comes from weird places
And in this instance
It came from flirting with death
It was fun for me while it lasted
Well
I didn’t see the truck hit his brakes
I didn’t even look up from my phone
I was too engaged in the creative process
And I went head first through my windshield
Landing in the bed of the truck
A perfect landing
I was on my back
Looking up at the sky
There was a cloud in the shape of a heart
But the rest of the sky was bright blue
I smiled
But then the sky turned red
And I had to squeeze my eyes shut
My blood was in them
I tasted it in my mouth
And spat it out
My arm was backwards
My head was open
My leg was broke
And my ribs were definitely busted up
Every breath was excruciating
Then I remembered this poem
I wiped the blood from eyes
And looked for my phone
But as I was reaching up to wipe my eyes
I realized my phone was still clutched in my hand
I hadn’t let go of it
I smiled to myself again
And brought the phone to my eyes
Most of my fingers were broken
And blood kept flowing
But still
I kept writing
I finished this poem
Another thought crept up
‘I wonder how many artists died with something they were working on
unfinished…
Those suckers.’
I finished it
And left my trademark
-C.H.
Then
With the last of my strength
I posted it to my shitty blog
Then I looked up to the sky again
And brought my phone to my chest
Right above my heart
With a smile on my face
I closed my eyes
And faded away…
My last thought before dying was
‘Worth it.’
-C.H.