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Where is Home?

Where is Home?

            Walking into the library today I was met with the vision of droves of dirty, poor, ripped-clothing people piling into a just opened library double-door. I had many mixed emotions that shocked me and stared me straight in the face. Fast back to a time when I sat on my grade-school front lawn being homeless at 25 with remembrances of creamy devil cakes in my lunch box and smiles on the playground at lunch time. At that time most of my belongings were scattered, some in friends’ basements - embarrassingly now somewhat unorganized to the previous detail of a home in a sound mind; I found myself a woman of no profession or skill to support myself. I had no home but was being offered a nestled bed in return for breakfast in the morning by men.  At 25 my dad, where his taxes had no need for me to apply for financial aid now, now offered assistance for college. But where my seven years from exhaustion trying to survive had run me out of any strength I had and sound of mine what he said to me had no meaning to me at all. I couldn’t think straight to make any rational decisions. My mind and body was weary. My last night sleeping in a safe, solid foundation left me on a floor of my ex-boyfriend’s (who threw me out for what expectations he thought we had and what aspirations he felt I should have) wrapped in the drapes he left behind. My head had been banged hard against his SUV (paid in cash) in our last argument.

We played a single game of darts that seemed to be the only thing we had in common. I enjoyed it because I remembered how gracefully my hand would flow growing up when I would throw the dart. It brought back warm feelings of the heated cellar as I would throw the darts to the overly brightened tiles that didn’t hold the end of the point of the dart well because the depth of the dartboard was too thin. I rest assured at those times though because I knew where my next meal was coming from and could smell my mom’s clean, crisp sheets as I rolled in between them on a summer’s night after she took them off the clothes line from hanging them the morning before. The 45’s spinning while my brother and I go-goed on beds and toy boxes using hair brushes and other articles for microphones singing backup as my sister took the lead in our bedroom. I guess the homelessness in my mind was the mixed emotions from my life.

by Lori Jean

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6 Hours in a Coma

I wrote this for class today.

6 Hours: What is it Like Being in a Coma for 6 Hours?

I realized from this class I was too isolated. So I’ll be talking about what I went through when I was in a coma.

There was nothing around me giving me clues to the presence of what life was. I remember the low glare of the fluorescent light of the day. This was the only way I could tell at this point what time of day it could be. I remember the numbness of my body. I swear I could smell chemicals from cold air breathing in through my nose. It scared me. I look down at my white robe on me as it is distant from me as a person. It’s funny how you not become a person once you enter the hospital. I suppose as hard as they try this happens anyway.

Is my body revealing too much I’m thinking? I don’t know. My mind was so fogged and closed then. I knew the path I was going down next; I knew it all too well. I had been there before. The essence of fading life in me and the air that is usually so strong was now getting weaker in me when you start to lose life. I looked to the doctor’s strong glass frames on his eyes and his stern look …, to get nothing …, nothing from him. Did I say something he didn’t hear? I needed his feel, I needed this for comfort. But again …, I got nothing. Eyes so brown and so beautiful cradled in a tight white wrap were now brought out to me. The cold and emptiness around couldn’t take away the igniting feeling between need and want that was happening now between two beings. My son that was inside of me moments before was connecting with me so truly as I had felt when he was inside of me. It is sooo true that this happens for ALL you to know! But I was still too aware of my insides that were now laying on the gray, dull, steel tray next to me as my son was taken away-wouldn’t of known this had my doctor not told me and my ex-husband explained how the procedure is done when you have a C-section.. The rustling commotion from my cousin and the staff left too much confusion for me to understand as my cousin addressed should he be brought in now, or should I get him? So who was she bringing in? My abuser? It is scary right now. How could my cousin do this to me? I pushed my weak body to connect a short while. But this would not last. My son was taken away after I was told I could not get too close to him and I would drift off, for a while, a while of drifting scary memories of trying to come back for 6 hours while being in a coma. 

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