My mind and bike skid.
Everything I gained vanishes in blood
in a jiffy.
Her loud cry melts the frozen moment.
She is no longer a timid girl.
A serendipitous transformation
of a stranger!
An angel descends, not from the sky.
Her vibrant call to save me echoes.
She carves a way through the crowd.
A helping hand is better
than a hundred staring eyes.
I get up from the blackout,
buttressed by her hands.
Pain is a pure state,
where any aid is salient.
Her heart emanates compassion.
The world will never be barren.
Previously printed in The Literary Hatchet.
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