Lifeline

 

Traci Neal

 

 

 

 

Death knocks on so many,

but life does too. The floor

feels bumpy, uneven. All

this heaviness beats at my

heart louder than the bangs

heard from each entrance.

The hallway leads down,

splits spaces in half and

I have to decide which way

I want to go. One door will

be a shelter, a shield, the fort

for me to feel safe in. Another

door will send me into floods,

tears, drainage, confinement.

The end can be destruction, 

topple on a tombstone. I gravitate

toward what will not wound me,

hang me in the gunfire, gouge

my hands, total bloodshed.

There is life when I go

through its door.

Death dials numbers

without leaving voicemails.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Traci Neal is a neurodivergent poet residing in Columbia, South Carolina.  Neal has shared her poetic journey and late diagnosis in USA Today, Newsweek, Good News Post- UK, and The New York Times, to name a few.  In 2025, she had over 50 poems published in 40 different publications.  On March 11, 2026, an excerpt of Neal’s poem, along with writers A Memi Sei and Brittany J. Green, was part of the Letters to America project to highlight America 250 from the black woman's perspective.  The words were composed into a song sung by Soprano Karen Slack at Carnegie Hall.  Traci Neal is online at https://www.tracinealspeakerpoet.com/

 

 


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