Darlene (To Haiti's Last Survivor)
voices scurried through your ears faintly growing, growing, growing louder and closer as the weight began to loosen its clench you had almost forget what feeling was as the blood began to circulate again slowly into your arms, then hands, then fingers legs smashed, you tried to move them, operate them as if you were pushing toward the sun on your toes, but, alas, they were but broken reminders that you were trapped but the voices persisted the weight seemed to all but disappear and light found its way into the crevice your head lay blinking eyes warily convinced fought focus, could this be a mirage, you questioned and as hands grabbed your wrists, thumbs caressing solemnly the pulse faintly beating, you knew you had been saved +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I wrote this poem this morning upon learning about the teen yesterday who was rescued from the rubble in Haiti after 15 days of being buried alive. My business partner and I were texting each other about this this morning and he ...