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By Ana Carolina Adams
Ana Carolina Adams is a senior at VWU whom is taking her gifts and knowledge of all things medical to poetry. Her major is Allied Health and plans to become a Nurse Practioner. She is a cardiac electrophysiology technologist who has taken surgery experiences with fixing hearts as a way to give a flowing memoir of words.
They say the third eye opens in peace.
Mine cracked like glass under a divine release.
A scream split sterile halls in two
Only, I am aware
The soul unfastened, and I somehow knew
Oxygen hissed as his ghost took form.
The patient is fading beyond the norm.
I watched his last breath, a slow goodbye
The body, the spirit, high into the sky
The Doctor called the time of death 2:22
My Third Eye awakened.
Code blue
The soul left, weightless and bright
It lingered softly in fluorescent light
Followed me home through the static storm
Whispering truths in a shape reborn
The staircase lights began to flicker.
A constant reminder, my senses pick up quicker
As I lay in my bed
A shadow whispering, “wake up”
A dog claws at my bedroom door
We waited for the perfect monster to carry this ancestral bore
It’s time to end this perennial feed
I met a man I did not know well
He said, "It's hard, isn't it? To live in this temporary hell?”
A fallen angel sent to collapse a system’s cell
His lips moved, and my thoughts could trace
No words spoken
And in his confused and shocked stare
Confirmed, I could hear the truth that lingered there
The Third Eye opened, and in its electric hue
I saw the dead, and the living too.
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