Ever told you about the day that I died?
Did it hurt?
Well, no actually.
Isn’t the human brain an awesome thing?
Anyway, it all happened so quickly.
At the edge of my vision, I saw something white and huge approaching me.
I remember being ran over.
I recall getting dragged.
My injury profusely generated a quickly spreading scarlet puddle.
It was a nasty battle.
When I thought I’d never be able to surf again,
that’s the day I felt like I died.
Took me a while to realize,
The shark bit off my limb.
Not my spirit.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano