A woman’s voice, barely a whisper,
“Time to close him down.”
A still softer voice grunts assent.
Then a loud screeching sound
like a rusty metal door
scraping across coarse paving stones,
fading into an empty black void,
no sound, no touch, no sensation,
until a brightly lit portal opens
and my comatose body is being
propelled through space,
a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors
flashing on every side.
Suddenly a burst of dazzling white rays,
and a second portal opens,
giving way to a gentle meadow,
golden flowers swaying in the breeze,
hummingbirds and butterflies.
A familiar voice calls out,
"We’ve been waiting.”
My father is alive,
a young and handsome man,
my mother standing with him,
so beautiful.
The three of us embrace,
I never dared to dream
that I could be whole again.
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