Crashing the car - again

Images crash around me

Like the contents

Of an overturning car

Compassion is shattered

Like a windscreen

Guilt drives itself into my chest

Like a steering column

I’m jarred by rotation

Of sky and ground

Sky and ground they jar me

The stench of petrol

Burns my throat

And fuels my anxiety

I wait for it all to stop

But realise momentum is king

I’m tumbling down a bank

Accepting life for what it is

I brace for the impact

Over and over

End over end

Amen