Trauma to Purpose

I was rewired
When I walked in and
You—my Muse—looked up
Smiled, and said Hi

From that point forward
I was
Simply
A different person

Almost
Like getting hit
By a 96-mph fastball
In the head
Fractured

Close to
Falling off a balcony
And bouncing off the concrete
Twice
Concussed, splintered, jellied.

Similar to—

Struck
By lightning
Three times
In three seconds
Same spot—
Wired in fire

Oh my God
Experiencing death
Traveling through that tunnel
Seeing the light then suddenly
Pulled back, resuscitated
Reborn

Trauma followed by delirium
Neuro realignments
Synapses disconnected
Then quick as a wink
Yet lived in a slow, continuing dream
Reconnected in a new pattern
Plasticity remolded
Mind mended
My soul healed

The life
I awoke to
Was different
Memory changed
Instincts rewired

Colors were strange
Smells were mixed
My thoughts
In a realm I never knew
Possible

Suddenly
I had a different outlook
A direction I never knew
Responsibilities
I had to take seriously
Foolishness a long-gone distant memory

I had a vision
A new set of skills
An objective
A desire
A mission
To protect you
My newfound Muse
Serious business
To care for someone
So beautiful, important, and divine

That moment—
Unfaded,
Undimmed,
Unforgettable

My once wandering thoughts
Have found direction and purpose.

What moment, gave you purpose?
What kissed your soul?
And left a blueprint to follow.