Casualty, Oblivion, Recovery

I basically was crushed in an accident by a a machine, transcedent pain, it was all encompassing, coloured, humming and with a taste of iron. I could escape the many tentacles and the all obliterating titanic sensations, I instead went towards the epicentre. Like a storm the eye of the trauma was still while the outter fringes spun in unbearable agony. In acceptance a calmness allowed every nuance of pain was savoured
Viewed felt and heard.
A slow journey of recovery and self discovery ensued, I changed and grew, achieved a self both different and more true, neither better or worse but my real inner self.