I’m Ima…..

I’m imagining
I’ve not been stuck like you have.
But even with the little for the past 11 days,
Has been hell for me.

So I’m imagining
How you were able to survive
Did you struggle?
Or was the wall a hindrance?

I’m imagining
Did you even move at all?
Or were you just there
Managing the little air you could get.

I’m imagining
Were you praying a prayer for help
Or was it just one of final breath?
Or was it for breakthrough?

I’m imagining
Maybe it happened right after your prayer
And your soul was at peace
Even tho your body suffered.

I’m imagining
How it was for you
Because with the image I saw,
My imagination makes me scared

I’m imagining
How did you survive for so long
Stuck in there?
Or your will was just that strong

I’m imagining
The level of pain
Could be internal bleeding
Could be a concussion

I’m imagining
Did you go in and out of coma
Or did you stay in it
All through till you were found

I’m imagining
But it still can’t do justice
For all the pain you went through
Rest