Traumatized by the disaster,
painful emotions besieged my core.
Beeping monitors and tubes injected,
kept me confined within the dreary hospital walls.
Surrounded by strangers fussing over me
I scanned for a familiar face, yet found none.
Paranoia left me fearing my own shadow.
Fate dealt a cruel blow,
realization dawned, that the accident had stolen
my memory, identity and my life from me!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
The Stolen Identity ……by Radhika
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Wow R!
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Thanks N
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Such an emotionally charged poem Radhika.
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Thank you Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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This can be the worst kind of pain. The body retains memories of walking, talking and other bodily functions. The mind is blank…maybe an opportunity to write a new story.
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It’s a place where no one should be in. Yes, a good premise to build on a new story. Thanks Reena
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Sadness and so relatable
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Thanks Chiru
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Certainly a place in life where no one wants to be. Well-crafted piece, Radhika. Thank you for joining in.
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Thanks Eugi. My pleasure
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Whoa! So powerful
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Thank you Akshita
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So emotional and powerful.
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Thanks Anjali
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Wow Radhika, powerful and immersive.. Wonderfully crafted. 🪐💙🙏🏻
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Thank you so much Amber!
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Your poem makes this so real to feel and understand – the pain of life being stolen and for one to live through that is deeply brutal.
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Glad that my words could bring across that emotion. Thanks Pragalbha
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Repeated head injuries have robbed my son of many of his memories.This is very frustrating and sad for him. Yes, it is a form of identity theft! Very well-described in your poem, Radhika. ❤
Better football helmets are being developed and tested. Wear a helmet if you are riding a motorcycle or bicycle. Drive defensively. Prevent a head injury if you can!
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Oh, I am so sorry to hear that Cheryl. You must have gone through some harrowing time. Hope he is doing well now.
Sadly people undermine the importance of wearing a helmet while riding a bike. Though the government here made it mandatory, there is laxity in following it.
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I read someone saying here ’emotionally charged’ and that is precisely how I would define this one. Absolutely emotional and powerful. Well done.
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Thanks a lot dear Moushumi
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A short and impactful poem that reflects the emotions and uncertainties in life. Well crafted Radhika.
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Many thanks Sowmya
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You described the confusion and trauma so aptly. Very viscera, Radhika. ❤️
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Thank you Punam ❤️
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You are welcome.😊
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Powerful. Saddest experience one can have.
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Yes Indira. Thank you
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Welcome, dear.
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oh wow.. had not know it was a challenge, I’d have been worried about you Radhika!~! powerfully expressed so sad! 💖🤗
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Thank you Cindy. I am fine. Caught up with busyness of life. Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving week ❤️
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You’re so welcome and I’m glad to hear that. Meeee too and I’ve been tongue and hand tied on the computer but I miss everyone.. 💖
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Emotional and impressive well crafted poem, Radhika.
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Gratitude Suni
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💙💜
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Such an amazing piece!💜
Loved it..
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Thanks Nilesh
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