This is the anniversary of my twin sister’s car accident. Seven years have passed — the number of completion. I can’t believe how blessed I am that she and her family live two minutes away from my home. I don’t take for granted the beautiful second chance of life that God has given her. You can read the story I wrote about God waking me up in the middle of the night to prepare me for the phone call that changed everything. I published it in the first edition of God Makes Lemonade, which you can purchase here.
The yellow visitor sticker clings to my shirt.
I am the caged lead in a drama of delirium.
The tight halls force me into a white room.
Sprawled complaining bodies weeping red.
Broken realities strapped to slates of steal.
Her restless motion moans over dry, crusted lips.
Eyes glazed in anguish; arms probing for hope.
Doctors deftly dodge sounds of dormant death.
A drawn white curtain safeguards their minds.
But my heart gasps under her collapsed lung.
A white coat carefully checks his silver clipboard.
Managing the mess with the fingers of his mind.
My sister grasps for life’s scale in gulps of pain.
I stand in an empty jury, waiting for the decree.
A vast mallet balances in a teeter-totter of destiny.
“Am I going to die?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” fate replies.
by, alisa hope wagner