I got in a car vs semi accident a few weeks ago and my mind has been formulating this since then so I figured why not and write this down?

I hear my father's screams and my mother's cries

Then a sound that I cannot identify;

Though I hear what is said

It does not awake my sleeping head.

When the sounds are gone, it is then, I am able to lift my head.

What greets my eyes is a sight that at first I do not recognize,

A shattered window, though still intact,

And voices, that seem so near, sound foreign to my ear.

As I turn my head I hear a scream,

Emanating from the boy next to me.

His face is red, a liquid, crimson red,

His eyes are full of fear but settles down as a gentle voice draws near

As I then feel a breeze, I realize I cannot breathe.

I lay there still and draw a shattered breath,

To acing lungs forgotten how to breathe.

I hear a sound, a siren blast, as I lay there trying to understand

I am moved, though not of my own accord,

To somewhere outside my door.

I lay there on the board; with my eyes closed, light still seeping in.

I feel the breeze, it is cool, though I feel another light on me,

It is warm and I feel secure, like a hand unseen is holding me.

I try to open my eyes except the light is far too great,

It is blinding me, so I close them once again.

I listen for a familiar sound but none greets my ear.

I hold my stomach, I feel it swell,

I know I might not see this world again.

The tears start spilling down my cheeks, out of the fear not pain;

Though it is not fear of death I hold, but the fear for my family.

I saw my mother, unable to move, holding back tears of pain;

My brother was the boy I realized, with a blood reddened face;

And my father, though moving around, might have suffered the unseen injuries.

I fear that I will not see them again,

I will leave them in this broken state

And while my family is strong,

How will they handle the loss of their child,

While still mending themselves?

I lay there still and listen to the voices surrounding me,

And I decide then it was time to pray,

"Father," I say, "I do not fear death, what does it hold over me?

I am ready to die, to be with you, if that is what you will but,"

I stop, fighting tears, "Please be with my family and let them live,

Let them see another sunrise and please let me be there with them.

I am not afraid to pass on but I am afraid to leave my family,

To leave them in this broken state, to have that be my last memory.

Please." I ask as I close my eyes once again

And start to hum praises to my God.

My father then comes and sits beside me

And asks, "What can I do?"

I reply, in a shaky breath, "Pray and sing, sing Amazing Grace."

I hear the lyrics come from a gentle but cracking voice

And smile knowing I am not alone.

I wince as pain rushes through my abdomen,

I know my time is short but I cannot stop the tears from flowing forth.

Then I feel an unexplainable peace,

And the pain beginning to wane and ebb.

At first I do not understand but then it is made clear.

I do not fully know why I was spared past my request to the Father

Apparently I still have an unseen purpose that has yet to be filled,

But that day I learned, I knew,

Death was not something I was afraid of.

And to this day I know, it was by a miracle I was saved

For I came close enough and brushed by death,

To know it is not something to be feared.

And though I may still be terrified I know

Miracles still exist, they are not just stories of old and days gone by,

I know this because it was because a miracle saved my life.